The actual poem i meant to write
I sit in front of the piano and wonder
why does one need colour
when there is black and white and white and black
and they are so musical?
Why does one need colour
when the colour of the eyes
themselves are black and white?
Why does one need colour
when we are all destined to walk,
someday, the lonely path of darkness?
Why do I need colours when I know
you wont be back
and all I wish to see
is your silhouette...far far away?
2 comments:
nice poem..short and sweet.
Thank you!
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