Aye, tis' the colors that keep me away from insanities ominous cliff.
The subtle, yet impossibly intricate palette of the flora and fauna.
The attractive neon glow and florescent hum of man made wonders.
The absence of and sum of all color resting in the vacuum of space.
Equal both in power and aesthetics, color has separated us.
Aye, tis' the colors that remind me of things I'd soon forget in a world without.
A thing of beauty, your reflection in the iris of your lovers eye.
A sight of sadness as brown dirt covers a wooden box.
A compelling form of separation based out of fear of what is different.
Color, the quality of something with respect to light reflected by the object.
Aye, tis' the colors that bring light to my imagination and spur softness in my heart.
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