Those Colors Again

Stairs 
Steps
Stacks of grand books
Her hands reaching out
Sometimes there’s someone to grab them

White
Brown
Body unclothed
Her tears crying out 
Never there’s anyone aware

Flying 
Soaring
Feet on the ground
Her mind reaching out
Always there’s nobody who’ll speak

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