Unspoken words.

Pastel cotton candy,

scattered beneath our blue roof.

Bright light pierced through,

with rays mistook for thunder.

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Gloomy, sunny, they both enjoy some honey.

En passant, we shine at our best color with no boundary.

Compose ourselves with the rest of livings,

do you agree stunners like us who’ve championed the beauty? 

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