A Multihued Digression

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Stained

I dream of a window ablaze, overlooking a stone garden.

A riot dancing in my eyes…

 

Blue for silence, red for blood.

Green for virtue, gold for regret.

Purple for desire, amber for love.

 

All mere flashes, trinkets of time,  forming a figure I cannot see, a

future I cannot parse.

 

I dream of a window ablaze and a garden far below

where she awaits the setting sun.

 

…Where it lingers for me.

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