Triumph
In this blue mood
I painted the floor a deepening shade of green
And walls of my existence, a forgiving black
I painted the floor a deepening shade of green
And walls of my existence, a forgiving black
A place to scribble words. Allow them to take shape. Sometimes they lead me to a merry dance; sometimes dancing to their own tune or even running away. Maybe one day they will tango with me and then....
1 Comments:
black as in like a blackboard preparing for whats in store?
Few words...simple yet profound.
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