the days are growing colder now, and lover's complaints forbear
for the snow we know is soon to fall will sparkle in her hair.
the good in all, and all is good ~ remains the lifelong cry
of the lover who has all to lose, and a sparkle in her eye.
has there ever been a moment when you lost your inhibitions?
well, dear, reach down and find them quick, or be made of contrition.
the bright consuming color that you think life may contain -
- to be lost in sparkling wonderment - oh child, this is no game.
sometimes the greys consume the hues of happy gold and blue
and though the fields are beautiful, it may not seem so to you.
so, like the lover, learn to find the good in all you see
the beauty that exists in all was made for you and me,
but is not always as you'd think - you must know that by now.
we must learn to thrive in black and white. we will. someday... somehow.
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