red
the color of her hair
and her skin
releasing all the pain
keeping everything within
blue
the hue of the tears
in her eyes
and the sky also weeps in her sleep
but cries at sunrise
purple
the sunset
her eyes
flutter open
and welcomes
mother night
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Dreams
Poesia"My dreams have always been something of a mystery; a silent secret. One that begs to escape into the night sky--or even the sun."
