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Mar 2014
The walls they paint with yellow-baige,
and i think that they are in a cage.
For the paint can be a stardust of Orange-green or mountains of Azure,
They should let go of the greys,
And sacrifice the 'sure'...

Painted objects will bring them rage,
and i think that they are in a cage.
You can paint the moon crimson-blue in the little corner of the wall,
And there can be a landscape of rainbow dots.
or children playing under a fall.....

If these things sound unusual to you,
for a suave sitting room,
then i bet my pants, you'll stay with creams,
and mild shades of gloom.
For although you'll enjoy the company of many,
you are actually on a stage.....
And unfortunately my friend, i regret to inform,
You too are in a cage!
Written by
Rocky  mumbai
(mumbai)   
385
   Lior Gavra
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