Salty And Less Colorful Poem by Ian Hanson

Salty And Less Colorful



I wonder how far I would float on this coming breeze?
These limbs have been so light as of late,
This hair is falling off in droves.
I dreamed, when young, of being heavy in the
Consumption of my wishes,
But others can starve you and make you cry
Your blood and fervor out into the oceans,
Never to return but more salty and less colorful.

Sunday, July 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: frustration,remembrance
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