Crafting Lightbeams

"u"

Hear them beg of each passerby,

constantly asking, wondering why

"Tell me what colour I am to you,

rose red, white, violet, or blue,"

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Yet as I hear these questions posed,

I cannot help but ask if you know,

if I put you in colour rather than black,

would you give my favour back

Or would you leave me encased in white,

never to hear the music of night.

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For we all desire a colour to be,

but what I truly wish you to see,

is that you can be my colour, I can be yours,

or we can create something never seen before.

For though black and white is crisp and clean,

there is a beauty just unseen,

like grass longing for it's own hue,

how dull is colour without it's (yo) u.

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