I wrote a poem while walking to the train today, and I don't remember it completely, but here is the not-as-okay-as-the-original gist of it:
Ode to Indigo
Falling off the edge of the rainbow
Neither purple nor blue
Fading into black
Blending into white
It has a mood of its own.
Falling off the edge of the rainbow
No comments:
Post a Comment