Saturday, March 9, 2013

Bring the colours back

You are the humming bird
I am in search of,
In my solitary skies.

I have brushed it
With myriad colours
Of sweet memories of you.

Without you,
Those very colours
Now look febrile.

When will you fly
Across my skies again
And bring colour
Back to those colours?

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