Colours
Being kid is yellow
Like playing by tree of willow
Like we did in patternal house
There r rabbits to follow
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Beige sounds to me colour of teenge
Same with pink for girls on that age
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Being adult is a mix of colours
I myself couldnt distinguish rules
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Bieng young is a little bit different
U r wiser and purple or violet
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As u grow up and go higher
Ur color change from one to another
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If u fall in love one day
It looks like those roses، in red
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If life tree brings u branches
Leaves r green and blossomes in oranges
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There r times u r full of the feelings
And one night u convert them into writings
When U innovate from ur soul and spirit
It is deep blue,i say, that prompts u to do it
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Tears r white with golden sparks
They r winking on the cheek as stars
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Bieng patient sounds like turquoise
Sitting on the bench in the park
Till she arrives
While u snooze
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Try not to
If u scream when u get angry
Ur rage is black, flying screams r red in fury
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When a man is a rainbow
He is coloury and pleasant
Yet, a mischievous fellow
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Somedays r, i don't know
in grey
I dont know where to go and who to blame
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Colour of sadness is brown
Despondent, full of sighs and frown
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And after all, we are all alive
Time goes on
And i walk those streets down
H.Dadkhah
2014.10.29
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