Rose
on the day
of quiet starts.
Green
with the springtime
and blossoming hearts.
White
out the words
that get in my head.
Yellow
in the evening
unheard and undead.
Read
about birds
and dreamt of flight.
Blew
out the candle
and called the light.
Purple
the haze of
those lilting bars.
Black
the canvas that
draws the stars.
Delicate
and held
amid all the strife.
Blessed
by the colours
of this beautiful life.
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