Words you spoke came out as puzzles,
pieces colored.
How can a colorblind perceive?

Signs you dropped were hidden
in a mountain of hay.
How can a needle be seen?

Your looks spoke of amusement
i help etch.
How can a fool not misbehave?

Silence didn’t speak but cut through
my muffled mind,
a spark, like a torch to the pyre.
If only the clock could race against
its nature,
How can i miss all that there ?

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