Can you tell me, what colour are roses?
O dear, it’s green. green as grass, he replied.
Love, does it have a colour too? It is
Of a sort, a blank canvas of emotions,
Unless painted with trust, he replied.
Rainbow, she desired to see,
See through trust of his eyes. But
she was blind, he blind to colours.
About National Poetry Writing Month : #NaPoWriMo is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month. This year in 2019 I will attempt to complete this challenge of 30 poems in the month of April. Please keep reading and supporting. Wish me luck ! Â