Fading Colours Poem by Tendekai Mugonda

Its like dying of a deadly plague sorrow have become a companion.
A kiss from a chameleon it wont touch your lips without fading your colours.
Time as a killer watching belief turning into myth.
It is like an old man white hair showing proof of wisdom yet still in the web of foolishness he speak.
A palace made for kings yet inherited by servants.
Mind filled with rainbow, when the eyes are colour blind.
Its all about fading colours that are more colourful in everyone's fantasy.