An Everyday

17th December '09

But the candle light was green. Where did the yellow hide?
The wine was was turning blue?

It was in another place, another time just another dimension altogether. Her's was blue, and his was yellow. And when their slavers collided, it was green all over. Her long locks were the bedcovers and his caresses were electric. Who were they?

The clouds screened the sunlight, just let the violet in. The stars led a mutiny, to the dark they marched.

It was on earth that a bud bloomed. It was from a desk an ink-pen rolled and spilled royal blue ink on white marbled floor. It was for me that a wind blew and carried news from far-far-away.

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