Red hate balloons like a sunburst
sprinkling in a golden yellow sky that
gazes over the damasked pink roses
which smiling from their beds of green green grass
beneath orange sunsets warming the sky,
dream through the purple magnificence of nite,
to be woken by an endless blue.
And then there's you, can you sing a rainbow too?












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ps Spelt night wrong... ^
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as the sun sets it remembers to turn these clear waters in to fiery embers.
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