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An exhibition of colors
Dancing and intertwining wildly;
Creating a beautiful chaos.
Each color a piece
Of a complicated, bewildering puzzle
That's constructed and manifests a soul.
But what happens when the music stops
And the dancing ends?
The once vibrant colors soon begin to fade.
The colors withdrawal
Depleted, they can no longer shine.
Only an achromatic gloom remains.
The soul is no longer.
The body is left confused.
What am I now?
Copyright ©
Mollie Budgett
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