The Sound of Seven
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You ask me what I see
How can I tell you the sky is red
Large strokes of blood color the sea
Collide with a firm horizon
You ask me what I hear
How can I explain what I hear is
what I see, swirls in myriad colors
and music dance before me
You look in wonder
and ask me if I speak in tongues
or metaphors. I don't, this is
what it is. Sound dances, colors are heard
The sky is red, your voice hesitates
between yellow and blue, your mood
orchestrates its color. Your questions
uncertain dark in my confusion.
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July 20, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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