On the days I visited the care center, I'd walk past this used bookshop on a quiet sidestreet. There were these four books in the shop window that always caught my eye. Other books would come and go ... [+]
I am in love with yellow
bright sunshine that beams on my face
I am a mere speck of dust
in its long and glorious life
I am in love with red
the blisters remind me of my sun
my arms turn red and blister from the sun
but I still love the strangeness of its rays
I am in love with blue
the passing of my beautiful sun
dying and gasping as it passes below the horizon
the red disappears and I am healed
bright sunshine that beams on my face
I am a mere speck of dust
in its long and glorious life
I am in love with red
the blisters remind me of my sun
my arms turn red and blister from the sun
but I still love the strangeness of its rays
I am in love with blue
the passing of my beautiful sun
dying and gasping as it passes below the horizon
the red disappears and I am healed
