Further into the forest i crept
and sat alone, weary eyed, and wept
At the cream yellow colored sun set
That happened as the world soundly dreamt
I wept because nobody had seen
the sunset color of where i'd been
the land a blanket of yellow cream
that faded as the sun left to dream
At that precise moment of epiphany
the yellow cream turned to symphony
a world of magical sympathy
that brought me to tears of empathy
At the world's refusal to conform
to agree, organize and reform
but in that one moment of pure form
the world, as one color was reborn.
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