Relative to the shades of black and white
I am a grey person.
I can’t be any other color,
Only the in-between in the spectrum
I am an Individual not a primary in the rhythm
You’d see me in the kaleidoscope
I exist in the light that passes through the prism in the clouds,
The after glow after the rainbow.
I am the mix in the palette of the masters,
The colors that makes strokes
The Impression on the canvases.
But what I bleed is Crimson,
That conjoins You and I,
You and I cometh before we were expected
Castor and Pullox being our stars,
We are what shades and hues are made of,
No matter how much they’d mix
They’d get only a shade in between the spectrum,
That would be You and I.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)


2 comments:
who wrote this?? amazing play of words on the senses..
anonymous was me..:)
Post a Comment