A familiar color tangles with the strange and obscure,
but still it had survived, unable to see the daunting winds
continuing still as if she had erased the trail of sweet ambivalence...
Chasing blindly after an ephemeral serendipity,
feathers floating the opposite direction begin to paint
the truth of evanescent colors.
Pure rose trancends into the life of a crimson
only to fall back into a crestfallen hue of desolation.
- interpret however you wish! love mish
WOW
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