Tints.

  　

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I’ve always wanted a moment 　

to recall the past 　

 Joy it may be. 　

Misery it may be. 　

I’ve always dreamt of a golden palace 　

It goes on shining for ever 　

with charming prince 　

and gorgeous princess 　

Then these dreams flicker. Swish- 　

Gone. Dissolve in this solvent of desire 　

Slowly, tenderly, fades away. 　

Emptiness. 　

Lost it in the winds. 　

It flows, like our soul. 　

Motionless and cold. 　

If fire be red, and snow be white 　

If love be red, and plain be white. 　

All we are trying to do is to- 　

Spread some tints of red into our world.