I used to think a giant painted the sky.
Sometimes, as I watched the sun sink its claws
Into the horizon, or kiss the earth sweetly,
I caught a fleeting glimpse of him.
He spent days swirling colours in his workshop,
Indefinitely searching for the perfect hue.
I gazed open mouthed while he created
Innumerable colours and proudly
Documented them in the clouds.



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