ain't not yet forgotten

fallen...
among them dirt.
still pure
untouched as ever.
an ink drop...
it swirls and twirls and dances
to the unknown tunes
of my mind
beauty may lie in the yellow
or maybe in the brown
it is all to be swum in
for us to be brave enough to drown
as it lies in the dust
neglected and distraught
it forgets its own color
its own worth
look for there lies its beauty
in its ignorance...
for it knows not
it aint not yet forgotten...