Oh, how I long for the whiteness
of a cold room
how I wish not to see the daffodils
of warm yellow sun
and how I prefer not to see
the tulips of April's spring
silence in eyes and ears
is how I long to be
no thoughts, no anger, just me
upon my reflections
of one peaceful moment
oh, how I do wish
I could simply lose
the colours from within...
just to be me, even for a single breath.
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