Indigo is the soft ambience of traffic
coming through your open window.
And the cool evening breeze that ruffles your hair.
Indigo is the muffled chatter from the living room downstairs
That flows through the crack under your door.
Indigo is the crickets in your backyard,
Chirping bright and clear even in the darkest midnight.
And indigo is the loud beat of disco music,
And dancing through the night
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