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