She

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Pleasant sunshine once hit her face

But she unwillingly turned around

Clutching away the sadness she had enrolled

Since the day she was found

No one did ask her about her distress

No one did care, no one did crave

The soul never sighed, the soul never leaped

The soul only whimpered in her sleep

At times she bubbled, at times she blurred

But something mystified the aura around her

Such confused and such perplexed

Was I when I thought about her…

Once her brown beady eyes saw some rain

And then I did spot their hidden pain

But still she lied, still remained strong in fib

This made the paper touch my nib

Such was she…

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A tincture of each.


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What color do the winds have?

What color does the music high?

What colors do the feelings deep?

What color does the tears, the sigh?

 

No particular color,

But a tincture of each.

 

What color does the heartbeat have?

What color does my emotions?

What colors do the light of joy?

What colors do the rules, the notions?

 

No particular color,

But a tincture of each.

 

What color do our dreams have?

What color does our life?

What color does the words that calm?

What colors the words of hope and strife?

 

No particular color,

But a tincture of each.

 

What color does my smile have?

What colors do my pains?

What color does a child spread?

What color does the rain?

 

No particular color,

But a tincture of each.

 

A bit of snow, fields, mountains and ditch,

Some pain, some joy, some hide and seek,

Some lemon, some apple, some orange and peach,

Life is nothing, but a tincture of each.

 

 

No particular color,

But a tincture of each.

 

 

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 Thanks for being with me friends, you all are different, special, away, near, tall, short, rural, urban,

  red, blue, green, purple, rainbowa tincture of each!

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Enjoy our paradox!

 

 

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