True Colors
Splashes of color bleed on the walls
To me this messy canvas so deeply calls
Depictions of my mind so carefully displayed
I can scarcely compare with my limited shades of grey
My shadow is dim to these burst so bright
How I long to be their source of shimmering light
What stone must I crush or lily unveil
To unlock these oils and show my true prevail
Surely these dreams are not impossible to be
For these visions began inside of me
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Erin S | Year Posted 2012
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