The sunrise comes into the sky
Red of blood and orange of lust, like silk magnetic passion it blends into the makings of a romance - A time of connection between the Rising and the Darkness that has ceased. Between memories and forgetting time - The bleed of colours takes out emotions and creates a loss of sensation - it is so strong that all I can think about are the melody and symphony of the atmospheric paint, so soaked in richness and deepness it is very close to dripping onto my heart - If it did , it would be like the swift imagination of something I've never felt before - the space of true freedom and the moment of existence - If the colours ran into me - I would be a product of nature - a way of Life - If the colours ran into me I would be differently unique - my fingertips would not give in easily as they are coated with the strength of beauty - my eyes would see things for their true nature - I would see beyond the invisible, past the pain -
If the colours ran through me - my body would sink into the air and weld into the metal of building personality - I would know every particle of me as the colours speak to my sub conscience my self speaking words would demand existence as each becomes alive with a colour
Red for passion for God
Blue for peace and eternity
Orange for Lust for Life
Purple for Royalty of mind
And Black for the end of Pain
As the New day appears slowly everything takes its pplace quickly - I would become a palace of co ordination and a pathway to determination and gardens of prosperity would decorate my path.
If the colours of the sunrise ran into me
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