Where palms brush the sky and paint it from somber black to amber.
From a soothing amber to a hopeful blue.
A light breeze on a peaceful shore.
Waves massage the tired beach side.
Footprints easily erased. Castles effortlessly washed away.
A yearning quelled by a necessary renewal.
We dream in black and white but wake to the colors of morning.
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