The Color of Memories
The sky
Drowns the world
In silent sorrows
Of its own.
Oversized droplets
Create a harmony
Of misunderstood
Memories.
Like the raindrops
Gently forming puddles in my eyes,
All you are
Is a faded blur.
Drowning in a confusion
Of tears once again,
I'll let them
Tell me a story.
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