Stringing words over rainbow,
Rugs made from red silk,
Holding hope that glowing,
These hands can no more grab it.
Bated breath,
Desire held by reality,
I tried to drive slow,
Embrace the joy in silence.
Painting on obsolete canvas,
Described deep anxiety,
Heart tormented by passion,
Eventually faded, ignored.
This morning was so painful,
Until the limp body crouched,
Holding all the sorrow,
But still you no care.
Oh, magnificent images,
Go quietly,
Toward a brilliant seasons,
On top of the hill,
Where you were born.
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