I close my eyes everything goes black
Realising I'm going back
To sleep a place full of colours bright
A way that I can rest through the night
Red skies even on a rainy day
Each night dreamt a different way
An ocean bluer than the sky
A white cloud fluffy and way up high
Beaches with sand golden and white
Palm trees green and brown with height
Birds with feathers soft and bright
I roll over in the night
Its all the colour that makes me feel
More than ready to start a bright colourful
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