Un-Coloured
Sadness leaches the colours from life.
Even the bloodied black hole of death
is bleached white.
https://www.lastleavesmag.com/last-leaves-issues
https://www.lastleavesmag.com/_files/ugd/dccfc8_a63fb400e0e94a54a1eba26321bafce1.pdf
Let’s Dance “I’ve been dancing in the rain,” you said. You didn’t need to tell me, I’d seen you in the distance doing your Gene Kelly thing and more than looking the part. Perhaps I should tell you to act your age but I’ve given up on that. And I won’t tell you to dress your age. You’ll never dress in old women’s clothes. And I’m glad about that. Orange and pink are grand and Gene Kelly would be lost in an envy of black and white regrets. So jump in and I’ll give you a lift to get you out of the rain. Or maybe I’ll park up and join you in a dance even though it’s raining and I’m not dressed for it. Yes, I think I will! https://visualverse.org/submissions/lets-dance/
Comments
Post a Comment