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