COLORS
You stop by
Like autumn in a bunch
And the sun with his lips
you blow up
And colors
his whims
And I’m looking forward to you
While as a sommelier
Tested silent thought
And when you run away
you come to me again
just like autumn
quietly
But spilled in shades
Eveline Napaja Keke. …. 04/17/2021 Kampala Uganda
