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I am seeing the same white walls.

I am a cloud.

Flying away with the wind,

Away from the land I merely passed by.

In my path,

A white wall.

I am the rain.

Warm or cold,

It depends where I am.

I can create rainbows,

Unlike the lack of colors on the white wall.

I am a library.

Colors of all the books’ stories,

Upon the colors of the colorful walls.

But if I welcome you to my home,

You will see its colorless, white walls.

I am a cherry blossom tree.

Afraid of the summer,

Its scorching sun.

It will take away my colors,

The colors that separates me from the white wall.

I let go of high hopes for forever friendships.

For it is difficult to keep in touch,

What if they forget me?

But I have not let go of the memory,

Maybe everyone only remembers the white walls.

From Hawaii to New Mexico’s white walls in the living room.

From New Mexico to California’s white walls in the playroom.

From California to Germany’s white walls in the garage room.

From Germany to Japan’s white walls in the bedroom.

I am the number fifty-five.

I am made of five schools.

I am celebrating on the fifth day.

But my classmates do not have the same birthday.

They only have the same white walls.

I am different,

But I am seeing the same white walls.