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Feb 2021
The colour of sadness is not dark
On the contrary it's one of the brightest colours ever
Yet everyone perceives it differently
And among people noone ever settles

White just like the clouds that day
That passed over my head
My eyes were red and puffy
And blue tear rolled down my neck

Yellow sun mercilessly burned my face
Trees with last leaves hanging
Laughed at my expense
And waved as I passed their lanes





Happy. Delightful. ******* annoying.
I don't care anymore
For me there's that one colour
What is yours?
Eola
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