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The Last Color I saw a few drops of Red. Soon it

The Last Color I saw a few drops of Red. Soon it turned Dark. Following the breath I looked into the eye's, 'full of spark'. Quiet were they, Wearing white with some contrast. Hands loosened up, Had blue bruises and greenish marks. Murmuring were they, For the golds carried on and Who will be Taking it all alone. Till the end I had collected few colors In front of the eyes But they say good people put their shades on. ©Asmita Singh The Last Color
The Last Color I saw a few drops of Red. Soon it turned Dark. Following the breath I looked into the eye's, 'full of spark'. Quiet were they, Wearing white with some contrast. Hands loosened up, Had blue bruises and greenish marks. Murmuring were they, For the golds carried on and Who will be Taking it all alone. Till the end I had collected few colors In front of the eyes But they say good people put their shades on. ©Asmita Singh The Last Color
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