A change of pace – Shades of Paradox

wooden model

The sky is a pretty saffron hue,

And I’m hanging by my toes-

Standing next to you.

The wind is pulsing vermillion,

And I’m carried by the breeze-

Before a house of ten billion.

The rocky sea is frozen felt,

And I’m drowning in the tide-

Before a single drop can melt.

The world is what shades make it,

And I’m a stringless puppet-

Dancing while I sit.

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