is it the pink in the sky
that gives us
hope. the bloom of sunset, or
sunrise,
the spray of yellow,
the easing of new light upon
the fresh land
awakened from a long night.
is it color
that we need, inspiration
of subtle type,
the prism of the sun through
clouds
through rain,
falling deftly upon our eyes.
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