#WritcoPoemPrompt98
Life had no meaning for you until someone came along and brought out colors into your life. Write a poem on it.


Colourless sketch of unknown artist
The pencils fading away
An optimist or just an optimistic pessimist
The certain stories of a passed day

Now it's your hand beside expectations
and your smile behind reality
Now it's your ' okay ' in exclamations
and your cheers in vanity

Cultivation of a flower on moon
or a hill as an island of any sea's cartography
I love you, wanna tell you so soon
or already told you out of any geography

No, still no answers to the questions
rather more questions in stock
But these show maturity in mansions
that fly in an imaginary rock

You're my artist, my colours
A question yourself with no answer
You're my thorns, my flowers
An answer myself with a beautiful questioner