Blossoms. I see… New colors.
Play. I find ease… In colors.
Colors. In this maze… Rainbow.
Speckles. Across my glasses… New dyes.
Slow. My chest fills… With more blues.
Dabble. Among new colors… No respite
New Colors. Among them… Old dirt.
Twilight hour Sky deepens… Blue on Black
Horse shit… In its colors. “I see the light”
Water gurgles Under snow… Red under white
…shades even chillies move to change
toxic fumes in spite of it… colors organic
S p l a tt e r Of colored pencils …Child’s play
Shapes. Colors. Everyone unique
passengers huddle colors across the window now here then gone
leaves galore in various colors which way do i look
Deck colored Our feet rustle These falling leaves
Awestuck with Rothko’s colors Everything now a canvas
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