I see you pass away
vacant eyes on the horizon,
Losted Stare, any notion
More black and white eyes than ever before.
So much contradiction
only in color
pale,
After all, where are your rainbow.
The intense red of his love
Green hope of good days,
The azure of youthful joy
The heavenly white spring sky.
The Sincere yellow of your joy
The sweet orange from your lips,
Purple hidden of our kisses
The cute pumpkin of our living.
Where are the colors of us?
Where is our watercolor?
In losted quarrels , dropped
In lamenting of the damaged colors.
I see you through, as always
only neutral
I did a vanishing point on the horizon
and scribbled a new day.
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