Dead rainbows leave the color from sky
And Unicorn feet trample to the beat
Squirrels hide their nuts in spring
Before the grey of winter turns them to trees
Passionate kisses float through the field
As Knights in armor gladly yield
Across the storm and the under the bridge
A salesmen looses confidence a product to pitch
Now hold tight as the reaper fights for light
And be cool as the snow chills the old fool
Sky is red with the scent of the dead
Blood is thick with a heart to pick
Surreal context
Unfulfilled mind
Only time will find
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