Puddle
I was something special.
I was something different.
I was something unique.
I was a pallette, until water spreads
and the colors blend.
A multihued went into
just something black.
—Pender, Olive
I was something different.
I was something unique.
I was a pallette, until water spreads
and the colors blend.
A multihued went into
just something black.
—Pender, Olive