An Umbered trunk; my leaning post
with umbrellas of Viridian shade
I contemplate my thoughts of him
under the colors He made
Cerulean views of water
soothing my Crimson dreams
my passions painted Impasto
on a canvas of Scarlet themes
Gazing Cobalt cotton pillows
resting my Prussian Blue mind
as scents of Vermilion flowers
guide me through fiery blind
Whispers of Oxide prisms
breathing a Crystalline gloss
tears for a face Alabaster
crying the brushstroke of loss
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