poetic ᶜᴴᴱᴺˢᵁᴺᴳ ✔

━━하나.━━

ｂｌａｃｋ//ｗｈｉｔｅ
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black and white.

that's how I saw
the sun, the moon,
the surroundings,
the sea, my room.

the long grey roads with
black cars driving through,
tall buildings reflected by the white
sunlight as it was only noon.

they all lacked
emotions and colours.

and that's when
my mom and friends
step into the scene.
as if someone started adding
colours, one by one,
creating a beautiful picture,
or rather-a film.

the emotions dyed the sight.
and, at that, I always smiled.

still, I felt something
missing, a void in my heart,
the palette lacking a colour.
quiet, yet so relevant.

yellow.

　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　

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I'm not used to write
poems, but nevertheless,
I hope you'll enjoy this
story ^^ some chapters
will be narrative, some in
this poetry format.

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