In the depths of twilight's embrace,
Indigo hues fill the empty space.
A color of mystery and grace,
Captivating all who seek its trace.
From the depths of the ocean floor,
To the vastness of the night sky's lore,
Indigo's presence we can't ignore,
A shade like never seen before.
It weaves tales of ancient times,
Ink on parchment, in poetic rhymes.
A color that forever climbs,
To new heights, beyond the confines.
Oh Indigo, so deep and wise,
In your depths, the soul complies.
A vision that truly mystifies,
In your essence, the spirit flies.
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