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All colour is gone

Lost time speaks a silent tongue

A diluted sun looks down

On all the shadows cast wrong

All purpose bled out

Miscarried intention ran amok

Pinholes of light blotted shut

Painted black

What is the purpose behind this

Life lived, loved, eventually lost

What is this vague emptiness

This vacant throne of dust

Still the colours are gone

Lost time and its silent tongue

The diluted sun gone out

No shadows cast any more

Through the years a beacon of memory

Shines forgotten and weak

Scattered debris of recollection

Twisted by time's deceit