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Dec 18, 2004 01:43

bright colours soon wear away
   hues of the past brought out in children's play
freedom once granted is no longer wanted
   in the end, all hearts stumble on alone

summer afternoon painted in cinematic hue
   small things grow largest
   when your feet touch the ground
a soft soundtrack fades in with the breeze
   exhaling the fog of dreams
   to saturate the soil with the colour of flowers

beauty so strong it shatters into pain
   coloured glass broken into a thousand diamonds
   your eyes lost in myraid sparkling refractions
   your fingers torn by glistening beveled edges
       once-transparent, now shaded by man's scarlet
       only by tarnishing the innocent are the guilty saved
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