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colour me
Everywhere was painted white.
Nothing short everything on height.
Nothing was even on spot.
Everything wanted to be on top.
Nothing made sense, nothing was right.
Peace was expensive, everything was a fight.
Everything wanted the spot, but couldn't live in the light.

There came a spot very black.
Very beautiful with no crack.
Peace was a domain with no lack.
As it became a subject of hate .
No colour could match as it had no mate.

© Mohammed Fauzan
@fauzypoems

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