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Red is the color of my madness, Staining the very existence of my being, From the core. Nothing is withstanding, Nothing is withholding. All is elementary, my dear. Everything is within it's own time, Exuberant. Remember that nothing changes time but time. Dark shadow not warmed by light Crawls within spectrums of my unbelief. Feeling too powerful for word Embraces this. What has been lost, at what cost? I missed you today. In some well being not my own. Blue is the meaning of things unsaid; How I'm left unread. Incomprehensible sorrow Marred by tomorrow's hope. Concepts are beaten into existence By irrepresible surroundings. Yellow is the color of serenity; Frail, scarcely there, Yet Powerful, Passing through like subway cars Lost in a night of lights. |