Red Red
blood poppies
splatters the ground blanket the ground
on a cold on a calm
Orange Orange
autumn day autumn day
a bitter, biting wind a cool, rousing breeze
meets the meets the
Yellow Yellow
piercing sun warming sun
beating down shining down
on dead, littered bodies on thriving, vibrant flora
skin turning emerging from
Green Green
decay grass
an ugly scene a brilliant display
of man's loss of nature's victory
Blue Blue
uniforms sky
war-torn, battered endless, infinite
hidden retires
by the to the
Purple Purple
night night
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