When the browns of your eyes Meet the chocolates of mine The reds of my heart Turn an unusual shade So come here, come to me And see your colours on my demeanor Your greens have enveloped me And so have the fawns You have stolen my jet blacks And paired them with your crimsons…
Category: Poetry
Grandpa, where are you?
Those breezy mornings when I run I stiffle a sniff and move for the kill But then an octagenarian stops me And scolds me for being too fast. With all reverence, I obey him And then realization hits me He has grandkids to play with But my grandparents are far away So ohh grandpa, where…
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