A day of colour

Colour my world,
When I am lost,
When clouds are curled
Within white frost,
Beneath flowers
Of gold
We spend hours
Growing old.
Beneath sun,
Beneath pink.
My only one...
Our days will shrink
Into cloud
Into grey,
Lost in crowd
Of faces astray,
White, black and gold
We are all the same,
Bound in pain...
Young or old,
Walk together
Into sun
In all weather
Become one,
Become better.

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

I really liked the flow and rhythm of this poem...simply beautiful to read.