An A-muse -ment.

Could granite and marble find a soulmate with warmth like the fun of the beach and the sun?

Or can love dressed in black seem other than darkness taking a nap?

Would dreams split like atoms creating fission because it seemed a fashion?

When life tracks grime on your journey,healing does not just come on a gurney?

A home,a place away from the rat-race. White rushes to and fro,who said life meant accepting a nefarious  rainbow?

Colour meant  status while someone else held black and white in stasis!

( by Digital Anvil)