Color Trip

 

The eyes are closed,

Splashing colors of many faces,

Red and green and blue,

Turns into violet and lime and light sky,

Then they morph into shapes and float,

Then they disappear, entering more colors.

 

Imagine the color palette,

Colors and colors in rows,

Fading into your mind,

My, those are pretty colors,

Those colors,

Those colors are a way of life.

Colors are mixing and create a new life.

The eyes are now open.

You see that the colors in your vision.

Very powerful and gentle.

Those colors is life’s colors.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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