Something about memory pulls off vintage,
Why something about breaking down
urges monochrome,
Delightful gets all the credits of warmth,
While excitement embellishes the atmosphere,
What if an excuse had a colour, I wonder
How bizarre it might be
If mock be the vibe, comfort seemed to be surreal
What if wrecking,
Rather dropping the tones, ignite the whole world
The splash of colours, the widen rays of hope
Rather than ending, become the starting
Building up the walls, breaking them down
Lowing the volume, turning the music up
Wearing warm hoodies, running fingers through hair
Picking up the brush, emotion of ecstasy
Palette of colours, mixing the tranquility
Pouring the heart out
All fantasies, dreams, wishes at one, all
colours at one,
Leaving behind the yesterday, staring up at the future
Putting it down, breathing deeply
Inhaling the life, washing away the agony
That’s where the time stops, rewriting the destiny,
Surrendering to the secrets of stars, an air of serenity
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