Mid-Spring Someone

It’s never limited to just one color

The fragments occupied with you.

We both ravish the shade of the sun

But we gorge at harlequin trees too.

Sometimes when we’re blessed

We’re allowed to borrow a little blue.

That day we were gifted with a little pink shimmer

To brighten up the strenuous journey.

Always colors, trees, and flowers.

Always you keeping me grounded in the pleasant lukewarm hue.

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