poem157: The Colour of Us

We run past fields green and hopeful your laughter echoes as the shade catches on… And when the sun sets on the horizon you turn amber and smile in golden waves better than the ocean… We stand holding hands at the edge of the world where the red sky fades into nothingness… your fingers trace…

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