Taste of colors in my mouth, like a paint brush. Which color makes life happy? Think of something in your mind and make them it happen, like spark shine. Don't let the color miss you like an far away heart! As soon as you find lOve, never let it go- like a wind that blows the joy of someone in the earth. Not today but, maybe when? Days are like pain in a photo of time, that disappear all your hopes. Good is nothing that may I find in a story of nowhere! I chose to dream of an painting author, like a dreamer with open lips in heaven. Broken glass is all the melody in my head, which is dancing in colored lines of beginnings! Should I stay or I may be waiting, something to happen in colors of happiness?.
- A. A. Popovici,
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