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the colors of the rainbow
tell me the rain is over
your bright reds and blinding oranges
tell me that the day is over
when the rain stops, i smile
when the day ends, i sigh
the sun has set.
setting me up to see another sun.
rest.
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that was weird but fun to read and as you say in your bio I guess you are a very big liar if not than you think wrond that was amazingly written lovely it has a very interesting theme right now I'm left thinking...
nice to see a longer piece. the repetitiveness doesn't work for me though.. but i do get a sense that that is exactly your point. How your day just keeps repeating itself and everything becomes monotonous. And something adds color (your bright reds and blinding oranges), briefly waking you up only to result in the same damn thing all over again. I don't know..this is just my interpretation of it. nice write. =)
