The Colors
By Treas
Looking through the window While the rain comes pouring in Smearing all the colors That were carefully painted on Touching them, smearing them more Don’t know what I have in store Mixing things that don’t belong Somehow. .it seems wrong The rain diluting Me polluting Washing it away Seeing a ray A ray of sun The colors are gone I believe I have won And that it wasn’t wrong. Written February 16th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 06:23 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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