The angry shards of crimson, roaring through the tube
Running through the fields of gentle greens and sprinkled
With shapes of childhood, that shaped our innocence
Listening to the bird’s melody,
It sparks a rebellion of words and differences
The blend of colors reflecting the internal battle of the universe
Sitting on a boulder,
Looking at the navy seas that Poseidon bred
The mix of baby blues taking over emotions of my mind,
Sparks of electric yellow spiraling down like the suns rays
Elegantly draped in the sunflowers blooming inside of me
And don’t forget the browns, full of spirit and different!
Over the snowy capped mountains of the Himalayas
Mingling with cheerful red roses and blending with the eclectic crimson
To set the world ablaze in fire and fury, with the only true emotion
Anger
Anger at the world and how they treat humans and all kind…
Digested in one big world of different shapes. obese, thin,
Jumping over stereotypes like skipping over taxes
Only to realize that everything defines you in one big world
And you are just one person
It’s a magical little tube,
The shapes and colors blending like a salad
Those things we used to play with as kids,
Well, when I open my eyes that god gifted me.
I see a kaleidoscope of the world in front of me
The Kaleidoscope
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