The city was bright.
The city was full of lights.
The city was full of people,
full of different lives.
People were walking fast,
they were chasing life,
chasing dreams, chasing happiness.
But they couldn't see the real light.
The girl was sitting by the window
looking out at the city lights.
The girl could see the pieces
of the broken glass.
She wasn't chasing anything.
She could live with the rain.
She could live with the
sound of the rain.
The girl could live with silence,
with colours which no one
else could see.
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Colourful Thoughts
PoetryAs we all know, people have the ability to think. They think every second, every minute, they think before they speak or after, they think every time. We have thoughts about someone or something, we have thoughts about our life, we think and have wo...
