The White Crow Print

'The White Crow' (original poem by the artist) It hides its colours, afraid of the piece of sky that you have for yourself. There, radiant and red, you are your own Sun. Still, it stands at the window to your world, under the rays of your Sun. Uninvited, unwelcome it enters the books in your shelf. Unescorted, it mixes readily like the browns in your cup of tea. Before you know, it is a part of you; in the sleeps you harvest on your bed. In the votes, that every time, you breathe in like a ballot. It is perfectly you until you close your eyes to the realities; One outside and the other inside you. --- Disclaimer: Reference to all colours above are for everything other than a human race.