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A Box Of Crayons
When I'm dreaming, I sometimes fantasize
about opening a box of crayons.
As my subconscious scribbles sapphire skies,
coloring dreams in shades of gold and bronze.
Pastels and vivid pigments color thoughts,
using imagination as a brush.
And shades float like a flotilla of dots
inked in the brightest hues and faintest blush.
My inner child scribbles between the lines,
drawing pictures no one but me has seen.
And yet, abstract accurately defines
that magical landscape of in-between.
A box of crayons inks my dreams at night,
filling my inner child with sheer delight.
Copyright ©
Emile Pinet
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