The Blog of Laughter and Forgetting

 Green was traveler Blue comes in a ship Home looks above for drops Yellow to make friend forever And black a relative from far Red was the beginning Silver was the road Violet unknown behind curtain Sepia holds the breath Olive search in the light Brown has come back to rest And white Pieces gathering in dusk

I want to be by the window And watch the bird flies I want to walk on the roof And hear the rain cries I want to be a road And keep rolling to the past I also want to sing a song Till the breath knows at last ...