In golden hue, the sun does rise,
A color rare, a feast for eyes.
Amber, radiant, it paints the morn,
A hue where love and hope are born.
And in this realm, a creature roams,
An eagle proud, with strength it owns.
With wings outstretched, it soars on high,
A symbol of freedom, love it spies.
Now, let’s behold a humble glass,
A vessel pure, through which time does pass.
A prism of dreams, it holds so dear,
Reflecting love, both far and near.
Yet, in this tale, two men reside,
Their love concealed, their hearts denied.
Bound by a world that won’t understand,
They yearn for freedom, hand in hand.
But love, like colors, knows no bounds,
In secret whispers, it is found.
For love is love, in any form,
A bond that weathers any storm.
So let us celebrate this love,
Embrace the colors, rise above.
For in this world, where love holds sway,
All colors blend in harmony’s display.
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