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 5 words From trailing clouds of glory Neera  Drawn with clay,  on this yellow canvas, we come to life. Blessed with five senses,  we still forget,  refusing to see or hear,  what's so clear! Our illusion,  that we are forever,  our tenacity,  not to understand that we aren't here to stay! We are just on our way,  to merge back into that glow, that we come from and where we go!

The sky - azure blue  The sunshine - pumpkin  yellow The grass - almost blueish green The gardenia - fragrant iceberg white The trees - f iring  crimson,  the leaves- turning  yellow,  orange and ruby- red Look out - it seems Autumn has spilled its colour palette!