It's ... faded
Dull colours, soft music. Everything seems washed-out;
It's probably just the gauze over my eyes,
Temporary blindness.
Vivid memories of brighter, louder times.
Are colours and sound intertwined?
They must be twins... You never have an abundance of one without the colours.
Red, green, blue - This adobe dwelling reminds me of summers past.
Laughter ... stamping feet.
Maybe we danced, I don't remember.
Did we drink? Or was the drunkenness caused by our intoxication in the moment?
I can't forget. Your costume.
We dressed you in feathers. Bright blue.
Times have past ... As the years have drawn nigh
Colours have faded - without even a sigh.
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