The rush to get to work on time
through an empty city
The walk to get back home
in search of something pretty

The repeating conversations
of acquaintances and friends
The digging into daily news
for something that makes sense

Oh, they're all just distractions, darling
something i get through
they're just the things I do
when I can not be with you

You splash color on my darkest days
and everything I do
Oh, everything is meaningless, darling
until I share it with you

Poetry by zana
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Written on 2020-04-01 at 23:29

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Hello zana,

The colour of love in these trubling times. There is a rush about this poem which I have enjoyed very much. The distractions until the greeting and the rush to love. Excellent!.

Stay safe.

Kind regards, Tony.