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Colours, beautiful and bright,
too dazzling for my eyes,
they are like glitters
that I see around stained skies.
These noisy cities,
there is no quiet,
all that I could hear is
“oh you too, your feelings died!”
I look with delight
at those magnificent lights,
yet I don't understand
why thee call bugs ugly but not butterflies.
It's like they are made of gold and silvers,
too far from me and bronze, alike,
and I keep looking at this world
with those wondering sight...
“why they are luminating, but not inside.”
© XxStarwarexX
too dazzling for my eyes,
they are like glitters
that I see around stained skies.
These noisy cities,
there is no quiet,
all that I could hear is
“oh you too, your feelings died!”
I look with delight
at those magnificent lights,
yet I don't understand
why thee call bugs ugly but not butterflies.
It's like they are made of gold and silvers,
too far from me and bronze, alike,
and I keep looking at this world
with those wondering sight...
“why they are luminating, but not inside.”
© XxStarwarexX
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