At first the world was colourful
Filled with colours of my choice,
People loved me and I loved them,
There were no masks, there were no lies.
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Sometimes simplicity itself is enough to explain such things....awesome write, keep the good work going: -)
Thank you. Really means a lot when people resonate your thoughts.
Beautiful poem..in our childhood, our lives was filled with colours of love and sweetness..beautiful it looked.. But as we kept on passing, different colours of shades came on way, some were pure, some masked and many more...this will continue..We cannot have control on others colours of life...But we can definitely have control on our colours, which can only make our life colourful and bright...I liked your poem..
life with different colors makes the life full of gay.