Colour of the future, present and past
The passion, the joy, the anger, the end
The many marks left on us from times past
The blood that has been spilled, poppies blooming
The lips of my lover, love and hatred
Colour of open flesh, all consuming
The long everlasting sunset, *momento mori
The bright, cared-for colour of remembrance
The still loved colour that tells a story
The colour that reveals a life's essence
The colour will tell that story again
The colour celebrating remembrance
Known throughout the world, seen as a symbol
Used to remember forgotten people
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* Momento mori: an object that makes one think about the
On a beautiful night, stars were at their best the moon was just splendid. Under the night sky was a moving shadow that would sneak from building to other buildings. Gaara sat at his usual place, alone, on the tallest building of the village. The one known to be the Kazekage's office building. Sabaku no Gaara was the one everyone feared most, they said he was a traitor, a monster within the flesh, but there was one person who refused to believe so, refused to be impressed by all the rumours and stories about him. Her name was Minori (meaning truth).
She was very particular. Her childhood was horrible and yet she always smiled. She would brin
