The Colours
The soul craves reaching out
Fingers moving rhythmically
What did she actually look for,
Deep in her heart, touching,
Touched , experience comes in
Several glutinous colours
Colours break forth from vast silences;
Stillness reaches senses like mist
Touching the morning grass
Dripping from the hanging creeper.
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