Colors of a Summer Love
Blue skies, sand and seas
Her eyes are silent beauty glazed by rays
Orange embers of my mind burn with pain
As the journey leads to peace, better days
A purple storm sky deposits the rain
Blues speak the truth of a sadness lasting
Somber thoughts, they shield hopes, dreams and dim smiles
Grey clouds part and speak of sadness passing
Those skies bring joy, I hope they stay awhile
I awake, I feel ablaze with red rage
As the sun kisses the pores of my skin
The warmth I feel softens, bold, yellow cage
White light directs my path for love, not sin
From afar the eye will hide truth and lie
Forever we shall be to hope, dream, try
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