the rain that falls on you
colours you purple,
serves its purpose,
and draws to a close,
symbolising what every
grey thought in your head
ends up doing to you —
it colours you wrong
and then leaves.
©Aaysid
the rain that falls on you
colours you purple,
serves its purpose,
and draws to a close,
symbolising what every
grey thought in your head
ends up doing to you —
it colours you wrong
and then leaves.
©Aaysid
elegant and wise!
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Thank you so much.
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Lovely poem, Aaysid. A beautiful reflection. I love it.
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So glad you liked it, Jeff. Thank you. 😊
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I did, indeed. You’re most welcome, Aaysid. Always. 🤗
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Ah, this is classy.
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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This is such a colourful truth. No denying it. Awesome writing. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Terveen.😊
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Beautifully written Aaysid! Loved reading it!
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Thank you so much, Dominic. I am so glad that you liked it.😊
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My pleasure Aaysid!
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