A Bit of The Old Rainbow
red, black, blue, pink, green
so many colors, so much beauty
love enters through the eyes
it also leaves through the eyes
some know their power
most do not and never will
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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