Bits And Pieces

i like to think of life as a prism
the derivation of so many colours
that could only add up into a dream
and that when it ends, each colour
i would like to think each colour takes
their cue and goes back to where they
have come for that meaningful tryst
the man feels a part of himself in each
and everything like stars that play a part
each in a mass piece of space called darkness

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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