Those Forgotten Colours

A reflection about memories

Photo by Mike Petrucci on Unsplash

My stories would have been lost but thanks to the colours in my life which keep taking me back to those forgotten lanes. I am a writer because of the memories which keep unfolding each day.

Whatever I left behind still walks with me and helps me when I am lost, whatever is there with me, I know how it makes me and breaks me.

Most of the time it’s blanc in the sky which blends quietly with gris,
when I write I pull back new colours and awaken the words.

Without colours my words wont be those poems which I seek.