Palette Part VI


Ross, Kevin, Anil, Tarun, Nigel, Ethan, Roshan, Vivek

They all loved Pink, mindfully.

At Its sight, they’d drop their heads to the floor

Too sacred to eye, deference held their gaze.

Pink was always ambitious, and each new shade born of fusion was greeted

Its sheets whipped high in the air. Waves spread and fell freely, entering and employing space, the whole universe, if chosen.

They loved because they respected

They respected because they acknowledged

They acknowledge because they were raised by Pink herself.

Their regard is hers.


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