Archive for April, 2015

The color of life,
Is with each breath he takes.
The pulsations of the morning sun,
The cool of the afternoon heat,
The tranquility of the commotion,
The port of my desolation,
The rain after the clouds,
The lines that reveal my years,
The rebirth of being me.
He is my colors of colors,
In him I find-
All the words I cannot say,
In the life I wanted him to stay.

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