They are set into the brick
Though who knows how
Each is smooth
Weathered by hundreds, maybe thousands of years
Years of water passing
Of tides
Of rain just like this.
Each holds a different colour
Some are bright green
Deep blues
Solemn blacks
Some wear their colours on the outside
Making their true selves known to the world.
Others keep their colours close to their hearts
You can see only small specks of their colours.
These ones hide close into the wall
They are afraid to come out
But in them, one can still see the colours
No matter how much they try to hide it
One can still see their beauty.
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