Day hums his favourite tune
An octave of perfect rhyme
Oh but closely do listen
A cacophony of azures
Or even a shade of white
Or black
Like a fringe of lace on a firm shore, although cold
Like a blaring orb, glaring
Yet ignored
And yet burning into souls
Oh but around do look
Whites and blacks have greys too.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
Day hums his favourite tune
An octave of perfect rhyme
Oh but closely do listen
A cacophony of azures
Or even a shade of white
Or black
Like a fringe of lace on a firm shore, although cold
Like a blaring orb, glaring
Yet ignored
And yet burning into souls
Oh but around do look
Whites and blacks have greys too.