RuinedA Poem by CoraZanini
Her soul was empty like untouched canvas
White,unstained Without realisation of any trouble or pain It was drifting through the wind Her soul was like canvas so pure and innocent She didn't know the meaning of black He took a brush and dropped colours Red,green and yellow So happy,so youthful Like an early fall spectrum of colors Suddenly he dropped black Drops of black Suddenly he splashed the black Covering the red,covering the green Her soul was dark like never before Pure canvas no more Her soul became the door to drowning Now she knew the meaning of black
© 2014 CoraZaniniAuthor's Note
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