Borrowed the green
From the trees.
The blue from the sky.
Red from myself
And some yellow
From the flowers.
Orange was reserved.
The violet was blue.
Didn't know what’s
A Indigo hue.
My painting was
A personified ruin.
Yet, she accepted it,
Her love is pure.
Rainbow wasn’t just
In the palette.
It was in her eyes too.
Some realizations
Are bit late,
Even for the sky
And the moon.
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