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I look up at the skies above me 

 to describe how I was feeling  

but there was no color in the sky  

And the old man in the clouds  

Was no were to be found  

He died a century ago  

The sky had lost its luster 

And the glory in the moon had disappeared 

The stars were nowhere to be found  

And the silver lining on the cloud 

 had fallen to the ground 

There was no color in the sun 

And the baseball pitcher 

 had already completed the home run 

I use my paint brush to create the scene 

And pastel colors to assemble a new dream 

But the man-made color kept disturbing me 

The new faces in town were acting 

Like some twelve century clown 

I tried to force some words out 

But they kept gargling  

in the back of my throat  

And I couldn’t express how I feel 

I just allow my weight 

To absorb with the passing breeze 

I couldn’t tell from whence this feeling came 

But it was obvious that life wasn’t going to be the same 

I dug in the utmost part of my mind 

And I came up with a lucrative design

 that could not appease my mind  

In a split second  

The transition was made 

And a new ambition was formed 

The old heaven collapse to the ground 

And a new heaven gave birth to 

A miraculous world 

 The pigments in pastels  

Diffuse the living hell 

and the old lugs fell off the truck 

Around the bend

Apple and Peach are in the basket

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