we were asked to paint
but with partners.
a girl sat beside and drew outlines
it was good and i wish
we could keep it at that.
but then she asked me
to pass her the yellow colour,
i gave her grey.
— for that is all i could see.
YOU ARE READING
brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
