4 O’clock


i am a morning blue with sunshine peaking through
they only see inside unbreathable tones
their animosity— the words that meant to help
a well-versed poet out of the sheer envy

oxygen painted walls by forbidden colours
of someone’s perception that no one can perceive
i can feel everything, i see new dimensions
including people who once claimed to love thee

i am a medium blue and nobody will know
i am a mosaic on a beach that take risk
making colours without name to figure out
for an unyielding root of vitality.

journey of self-discovery and self-salvation
only firsthand of bad life are limitless
let art see light in darkness and find conviction
thy embodied hope, my source of strength.

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