Mustafa Mun - Within a thought..

Within a thought..

With every day that ends,
the hands of thought so it bends,

A faded blend of colors
streched clouds of showers

Abysmall depths of thought
in void spaces of doubt

Infinite loss
to an empty engross

Innumerous roads
with trifling modes

innocence in mellow,
naivete in yellow,

What it is that makes it so,
I might never know.

Mustafa Mun

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