
As they rise
and shine, the blue of
night still clouds this vision beside.
A beautiful life,
coloured by light, warmth and toil.
Against the grain is more
comfortable.
Like a brush stroke crossing its own path,
hues allow expression
to fit amongst others
and to align by oneself.
Curating. Crafting as
waves wash over, roaring and crashing,
a torrent of vivid pastel that drowns
fear and lifts and fuels greatness.
As it's beauty is accepted,
as it's beauty is respected
as it is.
Let beauty lie in pride,
as red sits next to pink
and
blue with ochre
As they rise



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