vermillion paints the sky
sparking wonder unto our eyes
when we go to sleep and when we rise
the hue, glorious and inspiring in it's lighted presence
burning bright, radioactively fluorescent
the sight of it leaves my mind incadescent
thriving with a vivacious passion
not in the usual dull grey fashion
this colour has it's own pulse
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