Color Scheme
A Red and Blue bird
Intermingle in front of
A gray scale sky.
The same molten sky that
Previously owned my mindset
Yet this new introduction
Of color shocks my system.
And a stream of clarity
Courses through my veins.
Although the backdrop
Still haunts my mind,
The new life being presented
In my own world is different
Than the typical
World of color
Its a form a savior
Which intervened my complete
Consumption into my own mind
And The memory of these
Two small birds
Is something I can not live without
Because without them,
I would not be.
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