She spread her wings and coloured them purple
She looked around her to find the fresh grass dancing
She chose to stay there a night and soak in white dew
She packed some of the pink that she stole from the roses
She loved the blues but chose to go to the black of the moon
She sprinkled her pink on it, laid down the fresh green cushions
She then settled down somewhere
between here and the moon
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Dedicated to Pranky- one of the most colourful dreamers I know
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