It is the color of January wind.

It is the color of an oily rain puddle.

It is the stained color of raspberries around my mouth.

It is the color of a misty sunset glittering behind the mountains.

It is the color of your dark eyes starring at a waxing moon.

It is hiding on Saturn's rings in thin streaks.

It is the color that finishes the bottom of a rainbow.

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