Violet, Indigo, Blue.
And she comes whistling in,
Wind in her hair,
Water in her eyes.
Yet composed, yet collected.
Green, Yellow, Orange.
And she is igniting a spark,
Breathing heavily,
Dancing steadily,
Yet determined, yet obstinate.
Red.
And she is now ablaze,
Waltzing with flames,
Skipping stones and names.
Yet pleasant and thus, complete.
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 12:35 PM UTC
Violet, Indigo, Blue.
And she comes whistling in,
Wind in her hair,
Water in her eyes.
Yet composed, yet collected.
Green, Yellow, Orange.
And she is igniting a spark,
Breathing heavily,
Dancing steadily,
Yet determined, yet obstinate.
Red.
And she is now ablaze,
Waltzing with flames,
Skipping stones and names.
Yet pleasant and thus, complete.
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