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Newborn Eyes

The robicund dominates, like the beauty of a red rose bush planted amongst the wilds. It is of a still life; a blush. The Tatian tints are flames, that might torch the evolution of the Earth. Or the color is of a ripened orange grove; or a bowl of tangerines! Green, be it Kelly, or olive, or a simple deep light green, are the mowed lawns of fancy yards; or the blossom of the apples in the flush of a late Summer; the Autumn apples buoyed in a barrel of tapwater. We will know the color blue, from when we first open our new- born eyes: The shades of the Sky, a Sea. A bruised dermis. The yellows are a petal of a Daisy, a Sunflower; the softness of a Butter- cup. A weed. Ambrosia. June 19, 2021 Contest: Prompt "My Art, My Drawing"

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