

Gray is not a ColorDistant visions of gray Colors drained by the dragon A world of silent regrets and hidden jubileeGray is not a Color
A perfect poem lost behind a broken stanza A dormant song waiting to be sung
A shaky hand steadied by a promise, an unbreakable pact upon the heart of a child
Behind the shades of gray lies the spark not yet taken In a world of silent regrets there is always color


OceanDreaming of a simple illusion, fantasy becomes realityOcean
And twisted tales of morbid desire becomes pellucid sand on the shores of your heart
And the waves recede, turning the sands into diamond ecstasy
And the clouds roll by, singing to you a sweet melody
And the wind plants wings on your back so you may soar among the skies
And I remember to smile as you have remembered to live


Lucid BlueWords lost, Time is repeated Drifting into a sea of golden fire, whispering from an unknown origin, the spirit plays with the sands of timeLucid Blue
Hands of Garnet and Silver, particles of life slowly slip through his fingers, spiders crawling from the shadows of his hands The hourglass loses track of time and the world frowns
Dancing gypsies of broken retina, blind to the destruction of a mistaken society Dragons draining innocence from a child Demons reborn from the ashes of an infant, she whispers in her sleep
The spirit plays with the sa
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