Colors are simple

Colors are simple, as happiness should be. 

I often find my myself drenched in multicolored lights, 

Feeling bliss that is new and exciting, yet old and comforting.

I surround myself in varying colors.

From the deepest of dahlia to the slimmest of silver.

From the ricehest of roes to the palest of peach.

They're always present for even the darkest of blacks have other colors mixed in.

Yes.

Colors are simple, as happiness should be. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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