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What's the colour of your heart,
When seen from outside and afar?
Is it red,
Like our books said
Or is it completely grey and charred?
What's the colour of your heart,
When you can hear it falling hard?
Is it blue
With little hue,
That sparkles dimly like a mirage?
What's the colour of your heart,
When you paint it to your own chart?
Choices entirely own
With all the shades you've grown
From your childhood till you crushed it apart?
So, what's the colour of your heart?
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YOU ARE READING
And the Petals Fall
Poesía❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
