by Qalina

You wear the color of my grief,
You sing what I dare not say.
You take me where I cannot fly
To my home far, far away.

You are so close I can touch your song,
But you’ll never eat from my hand.
If it weren’t for you, it’d feel so wrong
To be in this faraway land.

When I feel cold they’re laughing,
Saying my accent is to blame.
If it weren’t for you I’d go insane
In winters of pouring rain.

A beauty of monochrome
With a spot of hope where your song is born,
You bring color back in my life
And now I am free to fly
To new beginnings
Through borders and grief,
With your song nesting inside me.

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