Which Color?

Silent touch of gentle winds
The street light flickers, struggling
Of those who only dreamt of sins
Quiet, Thoughtless smuggling
Of rain swept grass, motioned, hurt
Cripple eyes and speckled dirt
That comes with this time, but innocent
Do show himself in bitter night
Wet, dripping, soaked, the endless scent
Of scarred, bruised raindrops, fragile sight
Golden tantrums taken by tears
Forgotten, trembling, quiet years
Lost in the constant floating blue
That is the color, dark and true





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