Irises I will never see,
Hidden in the light that pours down
Like a painting coated in dust and dirt;
I've only to touch it
Brush them open, see them
The colors
The spectrum.
But in fear,
this I will never do
Or I'll only hold
a broken masterpiece.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
Irises I will never see,
Hidden in the light that pours down
Like a painting coated in dust and dirt;
I've only to touch it
Brush them open, see them
The colors
The spectrum.
But in fear,
this I will never do
Or I'll only hold
a broken masterpiece.
