The sky so radiant 
The sea so pale

To see icicles 
To watch it hail

Across a painting
Along a car

The life of color
It feels so far

I long for blues
I ache to see

Color I beckon
Come back to me

My eyes come open
A rainbow there

He has not abandoned 
For His child He cares

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