![]() Morning colorsA Poem by SleeplessVolcano
First, it's a blueish gray
fighting with midnight black Then, a friendly silver comforts blue, as if to say, "Don't worry, buddy, help is coming". and then, they arrive - A half a dozen peaches, a few hand-picked pinks, and right up until the last moment, one or two oranges also got up onto the stage - waiting, patiently, for that one moment for that glorious bolt of pure yellow to herald in another colorful day.
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