What remained after the grave mistake,
And what came off the barren arguments,
Was danger and a serious one,
But it was closely condoned.
What is left? What left unspoken?
Which prayers were heard,
And which all left unheard.
The dreams packed tight,
In the pretty suitcases,
And the dreams radiating rainbow colors,
All now had the color Blue,
And they were all left out,
Into the water. So that,
One day, someone might get hold,
And give wings to them.
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