Shapes form, but dissolve before
I can name them.
Colors come into focus,
blend, and come back
a new hue.
And us?
We form, come into focus, blend, and
come back perhaps not better, but
yes, good enough.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Shapes form, but dissolve before
I can name them.
Colors come into focus,
blend, and come back
a new hue.
And us?
We form, come into focus, blend, and
come back perhaps not better, but
yes, good enough.