Let us talk not in colours but in words.
The abstract of our minds making pictures we cannot hold,
I am drowning at your side
In a pool of friends, smiles and laughter
That is as tissue paper on the wind,
Tattered and ragged.
The gild of this life is naught but a cage
And brass are the bars that I look through,
Corroded with salt
From those hues we speak full of lies
And I see no horizons from their hope
Dark and heavy,
Leaden with tears.
So let us talk not in colours but in words.
I am leaving.
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