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The roads for us are painted in red
But we are holding on to stay on green
As everyday we are trying to be a bright yellow sun
By passing over the grayness in our lives
Early in the morning we travel with the pure blue sky
And a comforting orange sunset will greet us at the end of our day
However life at night is still there and a mug full of brown liquid is waiting for us
Then we'll wake up in front of our books covered in pink highlights
Endgame is still too far and its in pitch black
But we're walking in this path together just to be in white forever
YOU ARE READING
WANDER TO MY WORLD (Poetry Collection)
Thơ cathoughts and feelings of nothing in a wordy type
