Its orange and red, the sky…
The colour her cry for help might have been…
The orange reflections in the grey murky sea…
Much like her screams enveloped by the naked lust of flesh…
The indifferent neutral browns never empathised…
The calm and responsible blues shrugged their shoulders…
A day later the vibrant reds and soft pinks joined hands with the bold black…
The greens and yellows sniggering at them…
Still there were some neither here nor there figuring out their tone on the palette…
The olive and sap greens with the maligned whites confounded, dumbfounded and then falling apart only to splatter then fade away….
And then it all ended with a shroud of white… bringing back the murky greys yet again out to prey…
The colour her cry for help might have been…
The orange reflections in the grey murky sea…
Much like her screams enveloped by the naked lust of flesh…
The indifferent neutral browns never empathised…
The calm and responsible blues shrugged their shoulders…
A day later the vibrant reds and soft pinks joined hands with the bold black…
The greens and yellows sniggering at them…
Still there were some neither here nor there figuring out their tone on the palette…
The olive and sap greens with the maligned whites confounded, dumbfounded and then falling apart only to splatter then fade away….
And then it all ended with a shroud of white… bringing back the murky greys yet again out to prey…
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