Framed
Framed
I saw a picture on the wall
Many things I could see
I complimented the artist
But he was not looking at me
Only colored imagination
Penciled in dreams
People are color
He had no need for me
For he had his landscape
His world of color
Painted judgement
Not room for others
There is only room
For people he paints
Which color are you
And can you be framed
Tonya Cope
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