the colors that you give
brings questions to my mind
i can’t help comparing the past from the present
i’m afraid to face the turning point of the answers
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
Turning Point
the colors that you give
brings questions to my mind
i can’t help comparing the past from the present
i’m afraid to face the turning point of the answers
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