Palettes of rose pink, blue and grey,
Of trails leading to abandoned homes
And hearts craving for warmth;I color my room with the same hues-
Four walls of Jericho,
They whisper unfinished symphonies.
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Poetry"𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡...
Whelve
Palettes of rose pink, blue and grey,
Of trails leading to abandoned homes
And hearts craving for warmth;I color my room with the same hues-
Four walls of Jericho,
They whisper unfinished symphonies.