in darkness, even the brilliant reds are muted to shadow; even the shouts of yellow fall silent; even the majestic violets of heart and home are made a pale shade of grey. when i finally reach shore, i will bring many colors. my gift will be a gift of colors. meanwhile, wave to me as i go by.
1 Comments:
awesome.
Harjee
(any more copy and i'll spoil the comment. )
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