The little girl was playing at the edge of the garden. She had decided, on this warm summer's afternoon, that she was going to be an archaeologist. Equipped with her beach bucket, a little plastic ... [+]
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