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Foggy Colors/ Morris Braha/ Poetry
from Pegasus 2022
by YOFHS
Foggy Colors
Morris Braha
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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
