Memories of petals
Opening pale flowers
On distance mind fields
Flittering to rest on rays
Clothed in hues of despair
Who is to say despair dresses in gray?
Who is to say that despair burns in black?
Despair is no stranger to white
Nor does she claim not to touch azure blues
Every breath of life’s colour breathes sheer
Through the skin of despair’s shroud.
Smile, follows the petals in time below.
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