A fii sau a nu fi

A fost culoare, o culoare putreda de iubire, tigari si miros dupa furtuna.

Am auzit verde, am pasit violet, dar mereu am iubit rosu. Uneori mai ramaneam fara mina, uneori ma ascutea prea tare. Albastra mi-a fost strigarea de ajutor, neagra sinuciderea. Am tipat galben, dar am adormit maro. M-am impacat azuriu si am fugit alb. Viata mi-a fost curcubeu, dar acum vad transparent. Stii ce zic?

 

-gandurile creionului cu inima franta

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