The golden-blue tint of dawn,
or the ashen hue of night;
the sky is eternal
but not the way we see;
Beneath all the colours
I am pure white,
the colours could change
but I remain me.
Sometimes it rains
and the still waters scatter,
the reflection changes
but it does not matter;
its just a reflection
if you ll only see;
my heart is still the same
and I am still me.....
