Colored dreams make reality seem, to glimmer, simmer and stew ~ Black & white, just day & night, oddities are few. So much like soup, out of the coop, a rooster to a hen ~ More plumaged head, feathers too, but she more flavor blend. Red is fire, green is growth, blue wet with rain ~ While with no color, nothing other, life repeats quite same. Yellow like lemon jello, orange tangerine ~ Shades of gray are okay though, limited they lean. Some prefer the common thread, predictable with little pizazz ~ I need a lot of aesthetically glow, mystical razzmatazz. Spring, summer, fall alive, winter time they go ~ From the snow emerges life, like the radiant, rainbow. Break the locks, jump from the box, so much to digest ~ Really splurge, fill the urge, then natural nature rest. Pleasure pick, create a treasure, A.I. limitless scope ~ Gather your tools, special jewels, envision, expand, elope!
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AuthorKeala Brent |