thirtyeight

In the light of day

The sun shone in his face

With haste he walked

Down the grass park

Yellow was the clouds

Black the sun

Red the grass

Brown was his eyes

But all he could see is white

For the sun only lit his vision

So that he

He

Could see me...

I was the one who made him

But he was the one who made me

I am one

With

you