You Might Think This Is For You. You’d Be Right.

I wish to see your world of grey
And paint it with colors.
Flecks of gold favor your lips:
Spare your wordplay
And best vocabulary for truth.
Midnight’s blues eclipse
Your eyes; shards of flowered
purples firmly anchored.
Work is undone; The sun sets
Our quiet world ablaze,
And suddenly it becomes
Fiery embers of rusted red.

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