The Vivid Voyage


New things she wants to see, from night to day,
As she witnesses a citrine sun rise
Her entire world no longer gray.

She wonders if she should just stay,
With a scarlet heart that never dies,
New things she wants to see, from night to day.

She then decides it's time to go away,
The cerulean earth is her only prize,
Her entire world no longer gray.

Although she has left, she's not astray,
Up above like migrant birds she flies,
New things she saw, from night to day.

Now with new tongues she could say,
How pine-green distance opens sheer eyes,
Her entire world no longer gray.

And when she begins to slip away,
Soul diffusing into the sunset skies,
New things she sees, from night to day,
Her entire world no longer gray.

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