I had once compared love
with the lustrous colours of
an utterly beautiful painting,
illuminating the world
in a sunshine mixed
with hopes and dreams.And just like how sun sets,
the sunlight fades together
with the blurred hopes and
dreams. Love fades.
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spectrum of love
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