Uncultivated
with no plan or reason
Burning across my dun colored world
like a sudden flash of flame
Bringing yellows and blues and reds
Shining for a second
then gone
Returning to grey
yet I am changed forever
I see the color through the mist
An ember
A spark
Wildflower
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