Something I thought up in my head and wanted letting out.

[paulandrews]

Don;t have a full poem here yet just an idea.

Between the clouds and the horizon,
a place can be found,
a place of violet just before the sun begins to set.
There our minds roam,
searching through torn black and white photographs,
looking for the things we know wont be there.
And feeling let down by the world,
when we find that they aren't there.

Want to add these in somewhere but don't yet know how.

{This place exists for us all,
in different places,
in a variety of colours and styles,
for all occassions.}