The Color of Memories


The sky

Drowns the world

In silent sorrows

Of its own.


Oversized droplets 

Create a harmony

Of misunderstood



Like the raindrops

Gently forming puddles in my eyes,

All you are

Is a faded blur.


Drowning in a confusion

Of tears once again,

I'll let them

Tell me a story.


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