Red... <br />Even on covered frames, <br />I guess that's why-they call them window panes... <br />Grey... <br />locks on every latch. <br />Close it tight, and light the match... <br />Crazy they call me? <br />But really how can they? <br />They don't even know me, <br />And now they will all go away...<br /><br />Poet of the River<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-window-frame-of-life-sad-cynical/
