Don’t ask me the reason of my color.
It was here, I saw you.
It was here, I painted myself.
It was here, I saw you.
It was here, I painted myself.
Winds of time claimed a shade.
Water of emotions burrowed one.
But nothing tainted the color of void.
It’s still the colorless.
It’s still the colorless.
loved the concept...particularly the words 'the reason of my color'. the last lines and the title didn't really work for me..the cliche of color of void seems to take the beauty of the opening lines..
ReplyDelete:-)
ReplyDelete