A particle moving through time

Clearing my mind, whats real whats fake,

I see the sighns of heavens embrace.

Your color is red my color is green,

We can be blue together as two.

Your color is yellow my color is pink,

always on the verge of times brink.

Your color is white my color is black,

always a line taking us back.

A person can die and memories fade, 

it is not a shame it is not forsake.

Death has its place do you see my constraint.

You asked for a sighn I am your grace.

God has no face, God has no race.

God is a place a moment in space.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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