The Scrambled Colors

Like the rainbow never stays forever,
The colors of life too scatter,
When the void deepens so much,
Living incomplete in fate's clutch,
The moments bygone,
Hours yet to come,
All look like the squares of the rubik's cube,
Instances appearing without any clue,
But it's okay,
Seems my soul won't decay,
'Cause you are like the sip of that impassioned wine,
A toss, and all scrambled colors would realign........

Poem & Image (c) S.S


 

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