it is the morning after
the sunlight finds us purple
where hours before I was blue
and you were a red hue
black on the left and white on the right
finding us a beautiful shade of gray
and when the morning came today
a wonderful box of crayons we became
because I loved you
and you loved me
together
we melted the whole box on the stove
which Is the bed we lay in
this morning
Newpanther
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mlowe5 says: Love this beautiful metaphorical canvassing of the oneness of colourful love. A gracious flow from beginning to end. ONE Peace and Love |
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The Immortal Wize says: Awesome touch |
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