His Inner Colours


He has a habit of painting memories,

And he painted the memories inside his heart,

He has a habit of hiding his colours,

And he called them his inner colours…

 

It often rains inside his heart,

But his inner colours never fade,

It has been months and years,

But he preserves these colours with care…

— Anoop © People and Hearts

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6 thoughts on “His Inner Colours

  1. A genuine poet, and not a pretender. How refreshing! I am honored by your follow. May my words bless and provoke you to thought and growth, as I’m sure yours will do for many.

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