Bestowed Rays of Light
by cereseithne
The orb I once had been into
were that of black huckleberry,
not one color is caught sight of
but coal-black, only that—inky.
Until you brought a spectacular
technicolor to my irises to descry
that life is more candied than those
persimmons, plums, and cherries,
but yours was relinquished forever.
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