Painting the Skies
From the blushing red, spotted with clouds
or purple streaks of twilight,
let them flow through your mind, crisscrossed.
Upon the dimly lit world, when lovers kiss,
spread those black velvets for curtains before you sleep...
and keep looking for a faraway light...
Yet the skies, painted with unimagined colours,
are all you will ever have for your life.
Think, from beginning to end.
Your skies, dull or colourless,
monotonous, though its all you have.
Those you think the world, they'll only give you colours,
and you paint your skies, alone.
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