Into sepia twilight
She flew,
Cascading down,
star studded dreams,
Embroidered in floral curves,
Shaded with Burgundy blessings,
And velvety cheers,

The world looked tiny
And dark,
In hues of grey,
She would now paint it new,
Atleast her niche,

A courageous orange,
And an optimist amber,
A vibrant blue of solitude too,

The memory of his smile
Would then
Lighten up her
Colorful Dreamscape.

I am participating in Write tribe festival of words from Dec 8 to Dec 14

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