An attractive storm

When colours collect dust And words are concealed When beauty is shaded And the clouds are heavy grey When a path leading to gardens Becomes one going to graves And when flowers turned to gold Are crushed underneath feet When diamonds cut to perfection Join the coal once more And the gold and the jewels Are met by graves on hills The world becomes sinister People deprived of passion All words and colours twisted Into an attractive storm…

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