Painting Red
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Soriyah Tep, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2017
Tears falling down,
Drown my hands in fear and confusion,
Bitter feelings, bitter drinks,
Wash out blood, down the sink,
Palms together, I fall to the ground,
Reach my hands up and pray,
I pray to the entity of hope,
To brighten the lives, I see through my window,
Memories flash in a second,
As if it happened yesterday,
Surely, memories will fade,
I hope they crumble and dissipate,
Because I hate to forget,
But I hate to remember,
My life is a palette,
Consists of monotone colours.