Sorrow is grey, oh was
it but black or white!
The taste thereof is lukewarm
coffee
and it smells like a rubbish dump
burning
It looks like a mother mourning for her
son
the sound thereof: her cry!
Go and feel an orphan's hands
and you'll feel
sorrow
Written by: Marista
Date: 1995
Copyright reserved
Copyright reserved
No comments:
Post a Comment