this is the picture
of you
a past black
and white
glossy
image of
how lovely
a woman can
be
and so
beautiful still
you are not
mine and
i am not
yours
fate
says so
what can
we do?
i am so sorry
i cannot be
bound by this
blackness
& whiteness
of history
that
may destroy
the rainbows
of my future
one rainy day
is enough for me
i have promised
myself about
the sunny days that come
and i must
make the most
of my short life
under the
sun
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