Colors beyond the stone faces,

Love beyond the old facade

Flying above what we can see

Our simple goals

We are blind to beauty

Until its wings

Land on your shoulder on

The cold train,

Then you are scared

Because such miracles

Have become unfamiliar,

And the unfamiliar,

We have learned to


But sometimes,

The colors are embraced,

By those are who can

Still see,

So that it is

Natural, familiar, and then the

Colors stuck in the grey,

Are set free,

Out into the world,

To once again,

Drift off,

The unknown

And the


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