Mar 2016
The road tore,
just in two.
The colors
are yours,
brush me blue.
I'll go.
Your streaks
will be the boot marks
on my back,
and the other cheek.
Your rancor
will color me.
But I'll make it,
all,
Holi.
just in two.
The colors
are yours,
brush me blue.
I'll go.
Your streaks
will be the boot marks
on my back,
and the other cheek.
Your rancor
will color me.
But I'll make it,
all,
Holi.
Some people have marked me. Wherever I go, I'll have those marks. But I get to chose what to make of them.
