Poem: Colours

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They paint the past,
brighten the present,
Though, incomplete in the future.
But, they are just colours
Each waiting for the right time to expand its spectrum.

Don't disregard the unsightly colours,
They inspire to paint brighter.
So enjoy the displays while they last,
Because they can be replaced before you know it.
The special colours make memories more vivid,
Allowing us realise that the spectrum
Is what we live in.

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