When did the end begin?
Beginnings, when things end.
Pretty colours fade. Colour erased.
Droplets fall in silent thunder.
Years flow.
Begin to end, end to begin.
Lose and find.
Colours define.
Finally peace.
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Author:
Rose Hill (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 16th, 2024 22:16
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