Foggy Colors Morris Braha
Dear Matt, I stand in this field of blood-red roses, With petals as sharp as a piercing blade. While my eyes glance upon the shadows dark as night, I know your eyes are forever fogged up. As tree arms are throwing punches in the wind, I know your ears can hear the leaves rustling better than mine. The blades of grass swaying from side to side, You can hear it as if it’s a ninja sheathing his sword. Everyone takes in these colorful sites, But to you it's all just a Rabbit in a Snowstorm. Your friend, Franklin, Attorney at Law
158 ~ Fog
