Zywa
Showing colours
Call them white, grey or black
the clouds of nice words
and concealments
in which I'm standing
for the sake of convenience while
taking one step closer is easy
I don't have to know much
maybe even nothing
of you
to dare to show
my colours: brown
my thoughts, mosaic
my emotion, without any pink
of shame my supreme
and most beautiful, honest
I, worthy of myself
and the all-seeing eye
of the world, blue
is my blue, violet my violet
no gold, nor filters
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