A palette of mine

My colors were three,
and sun had no place
In this palette of mine.
His color was warm
and it was filled with life,
but my palette was made
of colors that were cold
and dark; And so, being dark
they detested life.

My colors were three,
and two of them I lost
in my earlier life.
One when I got distracted,
and the other one…
when I tried to understand
to perceive, of what is–
and what isn’t good
in this life.

My colors were three,
and now with just one I’m left.
One that won’t let me
forget what has passed;
One that dyes in it
every thought that
grazes my head;
One, that no matter what I do,
I can’t hope to forget.

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