White I often feel that every season
Has blended into you in every shade
I see it in the changing colors
Of your face that I behold.
With your sad face, every color
Turns into a different hue
And seeing you happy,
You bloom even in the harsh summer sun
Like a night-blooming jasmine flower.
Yes, when everything is changing every moment,
I am talking to you about not changing again...
Every color of yours that touches the soul will always be remembered.
©Sup_holster
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