I sit here alone
Painting these cloudy days
With indestructible memories
Tattooed in my minds heart;
Warming the cold kiss
Frozen in the altitude of secrets
Built with walls of acute affection
I paint my sorrows
With the colour hope
Has in store for tomorrow.
If I could paint the skies
With a colour of my choice
I would choose a colour of peaceful dreams.
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