Colourful Endings
COLOURFUL ENDINGS.
The dramatic colours I find sometimes harder to see but if you look closely,
The words spoken to create such colours are of our own choice mostly,
The world is affixed by so few colours that it makes me cry for the future honestly,
The more colours are shown to us the more blurred the image becomes for the most of society,
The older I become the more the colours want to become part of me as if completing me,
The colours I have to see everyday in my mind only confounds me to think of light eternally,
The life we see with our eyes is a lie made by others to shroud the truth and the mystery,
The day is devided into light and darkness but not by coincidence but by divinity.
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