the color cup

the roses were wet, thriving, and green
the grey was rounded, ovular, and liquid
yellow pervaded and fell to the ground
the day was raw, dusty, and grey
they wished and hoped and
she smiled because she saw her cat that day
the grey was contained in a locked box
blue wanted to join but was tangled in a ball
red was everywhere, in her heart, her hands
they wanted to play, to run and dance in the sky
the grey wanted to stay but
their eyes were too soft, too unrelenting,
she shook her head, holding a cup of dreams.

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