Within a thought.. <br /> <br />With every day that ends, <br />the hands of thought so it bends, <br /> <br />A faded blend of colors <br />streched clouds of showers <br /> <br />Abysmall depths of thought <br />in void spaces of doubt <br /> <br />Infinite loss <br />to an empty engross <br /> <br />Innumerous roads <br />with trifling modes <br /> <br />innocence in mellow, <br />naivete in yellow, <br /> <br />What it is that makes it so, <br />I might never know.<br /><br />Mustafa Mun<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/within-a-thought/
