Colors
Who knew these colors were yours?
They lay scattered on the floor, anyone would think they must have got lost,
Those colors you let lose wherever you went,
You colored your world with your hands, and you see it the way you like to see it,
Who knew those colors were left by you?
Tattered on the ground, they didn't move, they'd been broken,
By the world, by this world, because of which you're made this way,
The way you are, and the world sees your colors,
It's not blinded by them, they lay shattered in the ground, and we all see it,
Nobody has ignored you ever, your colors are just at that place,
Not like before! Not much alive! but they are coloring, they are coloring with every broken piece of them,
With every fallen piece of them, they color, and that's what you have shown to the world, your colors...
2018-09-22 12:13:37
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