The change

by Ole Carsten   Mar 27, 2014

I am sitting in my normal place,
Looking out on the neighbors garden,
The colors are changed from white and grey,
Into a pallet of life and lust so vivid.

The blooming trees fills the place,
Pink is the main color,
The blue skies are a notebook,
It Stores my memories.

I is hard to find a remaining grey note,
White is there still now in shaped of roses,
The green carpet is spread out,
Underneath the shining flowers.


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  • 4 years ago

    by Karla

    Beautiful piece my friend!

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