Hand of Many Colours

The girl on the sandshifts it to where she is now.She thinks, ‘it’s so many colourseven though it’s said to be yellow.’ She shifts the sunlightwith a subtle tilt of her headher laughter echoing asshe’s saying, ‘this will be what I remember. No baggage for meI’m no outsider to this placeI’m a proud member ofContinue reading “Hand of Many Colours”