All the colors you have
Belong to me
I never forget
The days spent
In your daydreams
As far you belong
To cloudy haze
In the memories
That haunt me
All around
I forget the ways
In some blind alley
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Beautiful. And simply beautiful. Light never stays away yet, sends colour again and asking for the hands to stretch. Good poem. Regards, pranab