We were seeing colours.
We were talking colours.
And we were dreaming colours.
In a world so lifeless, we found life.
In a society so hate full, we felt love.
And in a darkness so thick, we perceived light.
I am seeing black.
I am talking black.
And I am dreaming black.
In the world we found life, I now find death.
In the society we felt love, I now feel hate.
And in the darkness we perceived light, I now perceive murk.
And it's okay.
Cause at the time where every one was dead,
where everyone felt hate and where every one saw murk,
We were seeing colours.
We were talking colours.
And we were dreaming colours.
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Poésie"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." Charles Bukows...
