ColorlessA Poem by Tomislav PetricevicThe everstill strings of gold beneath my hometown rest interwoven in our childhoods like daydreams of prosperity
We sense no vibrations or any form of movement every color drained to bottom observed through my grey eyes
The dullness hovers above roofs in mistlike shape invades chimneys pillages toys and candy stashes makes you forget about everything
Something's rotten beneath my hometown it injects hate inside our nature makes us think we have no value shuts us out from human warmth
Though a timeline must exist where my eyes are daylit skies to feel the awoken harmonies restoring colors of our hopes
© 2014 Tomislav PetricevicAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTomislav PetricevicSlavonski Brod, Slavonija, CroatiaAboutCheck me out on YouTube (the drip real phresh doe huehue) more..Writing
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