With a clap,
the story ends,
but something begins.
It comes without warning,
a wave-
No.
A tsunami of color.
Rising over buildings,
it comes.
Crashing down,
and compressing all in its path
to color.
Blue for the sadness of the end.
Red for the unforgiving passion.
Yellow for the warmth of it all.
And lastly comes
the worst of all.
White for the now empty hole
in my soul.
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