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MY PALETTE 

I flew off to the land of my dreams

Stitched my story with unsure seams

Less of my canvas I filled

Instead my colours, on me they spilt

I was enriched with yellows and reds

Bright as the sun, intense like rose-beds

As I laughed and lived, lost in an unknown universe

Where all remained surreal, nothing adverse

I was dancing with splashes of violet

With a blushing pink and a laughter of purple I was met

Lost in greens of my breakable dreamland

Washed on the shore of the shimmering golden of the sand

Little did I know that storm would hit

That I would be tornadoed by the black with every bit

Isolated in greys, that I'd never choose

Left someplace far away singing the blues

Drop by drop, did the warmth seep back in me

The shivering slowed, and again I could see

Though now I have nothing to say, you'd think I've turned dumb

Because the storm of tears, has left me dumb

There again it strikes

Though I don't feel it this time

Unworried about darkness, unworried about light

Just vanished somewhere in a neutral white

Now I'm drenched, I'm soaking wet

Though seep into me, these colours I let

My end is only the begining and there are so many colours yet

To be filled in my already overflowing palette.

~eternitywhispers