it is red...but cold
it's bright but shadowless
i see those ripples but it seems like calm ocean
i see the stars smiling at me ...in the noon..
as my soul creeps into the dawn..that's when my life begin
as the rain sings its melody..those colours dance with glory
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the dreamer's dream...it will always be the irony...
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