Sunday, March 29, 2009

colours of a maddening sphere and tear

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Gold heard sorrow when I spoke.
Red, she swore fidelity,
Purple, innocence, returned.
Yellow wanted more than all of me.
Indigo, in telishment I was burned.
Green gave all, to see me fail.
Black too frail on winds to sail.
White invoked the sleeping oak.
Blue, a secret to which I am true.
Orange is yet to see the dawn, anew.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

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