As the girl meets new people,
Red cascades into the sea,
The colours merge,
Thus white disappears,
She becomes older,
She becomes bolder,
Black crashes into the sea of red,
The colours do not wish to combine,
Yet they unwillingly unite,
As time continues to fly, the woman, now an elder, becomes much more wiser,
As she surrounds herself with homely people,
Grey crashes into the sea,
The colour is indescribable,
But soon enough,
The sea will dry,
Soon enough,
The sea will ignite.
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Dejected
PuisiShe was like the leaves in Autumn, Falling with the wind, She did not fall out of curiosity, She did not fall happily, She fell with dejection.
