Are colors seen with eyes or felt with the soul
If you never saw purple would it taste like a plum
Sweet and spicy as amber the color of rum
The wind dances sensation felt on her skin
As salty smooth mist graces her tongue, what color is felt if it's lacking like gin
Thunderstorms cackle to tingle the spine, yet I don't think the intention is to embrace her with grey
Listen more closely and I bet you can hear the laughter of Rainbow's anticipation to appear
The scent of the Sun's rays peaks through the skies, erasing away the lies of her life
Because the smell of the truth reminds her of honey, sweet satisfaction gleaming from true colors of heaven
Finally full saturation of gold
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