You can say think world is dark,
And it made your soul so too,
But the ocean's unfettering colour
Can't really make you blue;
You can say people are really mean,
That they don't care about how you are,
But have you really forgotten the smiles
From those who live a bit too far?
Maybe you just need to close your eyes,
And take a long deep breath,
Consider how you're gonna spend,
The little of the strength you have left;
Since you got a bit of love with you,
Why not spread it out?
Maybe it will reach to someone
Lost in the loveless crowd.
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Prismatic Memories
Poetry"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. scie...
