Love Poetry Collections (SEASON 2)

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Chasing Colors

Blues are blue, like a neon disaster, like a troublesome river of risk and cries,
Along the boulevard, jump off the hill and wave,
They didn't know how society tricks, breaking those chains that tie us.

But all alone... together not
Blues are blue, what an empty world to be,
It's like a cottage of nothingness,
In every corners of this room, there exist seven coils of unwanted emotions.

Despite of the anger here and everywhere,
As people judge other sleeves and coats,

When mixed emotions of anger and joy twisted, a juicy citrus let out.

Happy humans, happy reincarnations of dismal world to where we are born,
Tomorrow is an another day of battling with our both unkempt and straight controls, as the man step outside, away from porch.

A beautiful greeneries and lot more trees, welcoming those visitors with their smiles.

Blues are blue, but that doesn't mean we are lonesome and or in glee,
People comes at different hues,
Rare they are, where they are?
Each of us have silent traumas,

From lightness to darkness,
From transparency to bold,
To surrender it from above,
To not think of it anymore...

I am a jasmine petal of long chaos and short,
non-worthwile taste of life.

Painted colors, a rainbow!

It's a golden age still we still look young after all.

💛: ♡♡~~say says,
@jas