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I was a white, from the beginning. Loving people, admiring a smell of unreachable fantasies turned into vivid vision of purple dream. Metaphor of my beautiful soul was stopping by painful mercy.
I was a yellow, in the middle of jungle. Finding gold, hating the scent of humid human’s killing field reflected to the color of white dream. Transformed blue bird couldn’t find the rest of nest.
I was a red, at the entrance of sanctuary. Fearing my sin, praying for God’s great mercy without any worries will dying into peaceful land. Dancing my soul with blue bird into thrill cloud found a rest.
Pitch black at the end of space, touching and kissing to death. Blue bird found, whispering, the color of life. Love and faith will last forever within the big open skies.
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AP Jan. 2002
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