A Hue of Past
I have a world of truth to uphold
I have my own blue sky to feel.
Raindrops dry to seek a lamp of gold
And have a divine cure to heel.
I have a long, long way to go, I know
I have a long, long story to tell.
Could see my first try coming, though
Need your “unblock” button to bell.
The color of faith mingling with humility
Colorless like a fountain of pure water.
Quenching the thirst; reviving the purity
To begin a travelling story, much softer.
It was raining yesterday, it stopped at last
Only to leave a color behind; a hue of past.
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