I wanted to show you the colors that have changed
Some have faded and some returned
Some linger in a golden haze
Like sunset streaks that line our cage
The fears fled left dusty trails of rage
And The Blackness that swallowed
Surely light reflects through
Fighting clouds whose stifling storms
Blanket blue herons flying, two
Giving in to winds their wings take flight
Side by side soaring such great heights
These colors paint grey canvases unmoved by your absence
Such time passed luck that I saw freedom's radiance
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