i see the neutral colors,
they sing not of glory,
they brag not over history.
there is no mischief in their eyes;
nor any hostility for what they are not,
but they do speak,
through various petals of flowers
and many shapes of dream-making,
through my walls and bricks
of heart or cement.
on how many days, here,
did i bring thee the joy,
where upon i shall rest
in peace and auburn sunshine?
help me with no more promises,
but, bring me a man of truth.
i see not any relief
for my shattered self-belief.
i kiss my destiny and attempt
to move on a path underlined.
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 2:33 AM UTC
i see the neutral colors,
they sing not of glory,
they brag not over history.
there is no mischief in their eyes;
nor any hostility for what they are not,
but they do speak,
through various petals of flowers
and many shapes of dream-making,
through my walls and bricks
of heart or cement.
on how many days, here,
did i bring thee the joy,
where upon i shall rest
in peace and auburn sunshine?
help me with no more promises,
but, bring me a man of truth.
i see not any relief
for my shattered self-belief.
i kiss my destiny and attempt
to move on a path underlined.
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