He stood there everyday; a mere shadow of blue
She came by; and purple invaded the gloom
Her scent was like a fresh flower; a bougainvillea in bloom
One morning she noticed him, and magenta tinged the clay
The next time, she called his name—igniting his heart like crimson
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They brought love to life and life itself – a rosy blush
And in the autumn of their lives, walking down orange lush
Till side by side they rest in peace, the maple yellow cries—
“Oh observe thee, a blind man views sunrise…”
A riot of colors...some pale, some bright...but none too insignificant to be ignored...your writing is a medley of colors...and stands out in its right...It actually provides an insight into your mind which is beautiful :)
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