the colour of your voice
is not difficult to describe;
it's almost the opposite of yellow
but without the harshness.
it contains elements
of sky-blue-but-more-so,
where warm embers emanate
with amber accents.
it's as freshly painted
as velvet peaches
and translucence
abounds within it.
it's all the rainbows
that ever were
with just the right amounts
of sun and rain:
i can't wait to hear it
again.
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