Golden silhouettes walk by, <br />Death rings a bell, <br />Another hour has passed by. <br /> <br />All colors are smudged, <br />And as I close my eyes, <br />They persist, <br /> <br />You insist on their glory, <br />You kiss, and then you forget, <br />An embrace. <br /> <br />Steams fly by us, <br />Let them go, <br />Breathing, focus… lies. <br /> <br />I forgot to confess, <br />Or maybe I wanted to lie, <br />This time I am not taking the blame! <br /> <br />©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission!<br /><br />Elya Thorn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/colors-and-lies/
