Faded Time
An old photograph of old, faded time.
A capture of life with many vibrant colors.
Some cherished in heart, some long gone
Shades of time dripping on white papers.
I know, this world was never meant for
A dreamer. Wasted life on a wishful try.
Truth comes in much, much harder ways.
Cascade of truth has a painfully deep cry.
I could still wish, only to convince a talk,
I fancy a silent observation will not harm.
Some surreal tunes never to fade in time
Even if a world could change the norm.
And I was thinking to make a postcard
only to stick the old photograph there.
And I witnessed a butterfly on the grass
To spread the news in this morning air.
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