He has a habit of painting memories,
And he painted the memories inside his heart,
He has a habit of hiding his colours,
And he called them his inner colours…
It often rains inside his heart,
But his inner colours never fade,
It has been months and years,
But he preserves these colours with care…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
I like the idea of preserving the heart’s colors. Mine is full of them.
Preserving the heart’s colors is one way of living life beautifully. 🙂
Great concept! Reminds me of that song “True Colors”
Thank you Ashley 🙂 Let me check out the song “True Colors”…
🙂
A genuine poet, and not a pretender. How refreshing! I am honored by your follow. May my words bless and provoke you to thought and growth, as I’m sure yours will do for many.
Thank you Sir. Your kind comment has made my day. Wish you a great day.