Pink wall
With flowers n butterflies
A bright room
With Sun peeping in
A cup of coffee
With freshly brewed coffee
Between the warmth
Of my palms
It's a silent story
With hues of mild music
In background.
Keeping it all bright.
But the soul seems dead.
Like I should be happy.
But I feel numb.
Sobered.
Like the pink wall and coffee
Are just there
To become the contrasting
Opposite shades
To the inner state.
Pink wall
With flowers and butterflies.
~Mystical Wanderer
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