You could see
Straight through
Like the darkness that you said
Would be anew
There ain't nothing to see here
The fire disappears
And nothing is there
Clear hides the shallow cries
Eating it from the inside
Hard to see
It's transparent
Hit two birds with one stone
But that stone is clear
Erased, just to break
And clear is born
Nothing is all seen
And nothing is restored
All we can hold in to, is nothing
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Colorful
PoetryJust a poem book about colors to make you think. Comment and enjoy the poetry. <3
