Faded: A Poem
I see in black and white,
The faces of people muted,
A rush of activity as the rain pours in,
Shrouding emotion with shadows,
There was a time when I saw color,
But reality blurred the different shades,
Mixing them all together,
Until only bitterness remained.
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