They called me mad
they, who cocooned themselves
in bristly blankets
and thought themselves warm
when I spoke of my soul
that boiled and seethed.
They called me mad
they, who were entranced
by a single white ray of light
when I spoke of the magic
of the seven colours in a prism.
2 comments:
Reads like a bohemian anthem! Thanks! :)
yeah i know...
it reminded me of Tracy Chapman and Bob Marley....
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