I’d like to see the world in all its hues and fabrics,
Draped in the timeless essence of its Maker.
Without tinted glasses that turn all things sepia,
Make the sunrise start from me.
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The silhouette, shrouded in colours from the paintbrush grey,
Entangled in mystic sprinkling of autumn vigor,
A frame of time pieced within its standstill,
Dare you dance with them?
