A cold circle,
yet the rainbow
returns here.
How pleasing,
with a pen in my hand.
To see you in
the black dress.
Gleaming through
the dark dusk.
Beyond the dark
A cold circle,
yet the rainbow
returns here.
How pleasing,
with a pen in my hand.
To see you in
the black dress.
Gleaming through
the dark dusk.
A Wandering Poet 