Such as it was, it couldn’t continue, colourless to
the core
Cadaverous, unnoticeable, un-living
Shop-window reflection of an ashen winter coat
Too short and bulky, duskily unflattering in its
static weight
Until a bus came to go elsewhere, emerged in red
Burning, rose-rising, bleeding
Move to a better place closer to the rainbow
Unmoved or unmoveable without hue
Now on the red bus, moving
Into a place luminous and glowing
French burgundy stain on a white blouse
Polished toe nails inflamed with fiery hope
So what is the final tint?
Blush and blossom and glint
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