It isn't easy to
walk down
that road,
Azura.
:whydidyouleave:
Azura,
your name
is written in
shades of blue.
For you,
I have now
graduated school,
earned money for our
children and yet I still
hear your name in my dreams,
telling me that I have one more thing
to look for. To search for. To earn. Yet
what is there to search for when you were
my only light?
:anditisnotdark:
YOU ARE READING
shades of red
Poetrywhen you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]
