Red,
Tens of thousands of blues of the moon to be loved,
green to be calm and black, the void of space that contains this great affection for you.
You may just be my white.
Roses are red,
Violet is misconception.
The atmosphere is soothing, pleasant with every blue of love.
I can't keep my eyes off the greens, what more can be healing than these plains of life.
But when the very core of me is darker than black and you are the only light that burns inside of me.
My soul is as jolly as a child and my peace is white.
SEBASTIAN ASUEM
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