We woke to Orange skies above Yellow seas.

Our Brown hearts heard the call of the Pink horizon.

We dashed off the cliff and flew the Bluest flight of Royal fancy.

Where, just for a while, all our White dreams bloomed into floral Metallic geometry.

And all our doubts Washed Out and Faded, like Pastels muddled into the Neon of night,

once more but never again, Black.

 

 

 

 


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