Caked in Mystic Hues
Of Pink and Purple
In a world of Reds and Blues,
We Flout the Hallowed Melodies
Of our Pinks and Purples
To Sashay to the Garrulous Tunes
Of the Reds and the Blues,
Fallen Angels, Are We?
Meandering Far and Wide
Through a life world of Mortal Transience
In a discernment of What was, What is,
What ought to be, What will be;
Yet, Unraveling the essence of it all
Not in the Space between Sky and Earth
But in the Paradise of the Stars overhead
Fallen Angels, Were We?
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