monochrome.
usually.
today, i saw a spark of
color. it was brilliant.
maybe tomorrow, i'll take
that spark, and light a candle.
and the day after that, i will gather
together all my pain, and anger, and hurt.
and the next day i will set all of it on fire with
my little candle and go bathe in sunshine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem