Faded
When I was with youthe world was brand new...
I saw colors so different
everything so innocent...
Mystical, magical, dancing lights
then you dimmed my sight...
Now everything is dull and gray
you took my colors away...
Faded
When I was with you11-04-2010
11/09/2010
10-17-2010
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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