Refreshing my attitude with a second amber shaded
concoction, I made my conversational way through the
proportionately correct number of jet and ivory faces
this party required. This intuitively reminded me of why
I hate parties. My sojourn took me into the garden for a
delightful reprieve from the silver stodginess of the homes
interior and its guests. Strolling its path, lined with lilac
and ginger scented emerald flora, I happened onto the most
mesmerizing soft sapphire eyes I have yet to have dreamt
existed. The soft carnation color of her dress was in sharp contrast
to the crimson coursing through my veins. I suddenly found
reason to know why I love a good party...
Colourfication Contest 03/12/2016
I sit and watch the passer-byes
Not staring back my curious eyes,
I wear a mask of oak-like tree
To knot the stodginess in me
Walk, they do in robotic pace
A grip of stride, a steady race,
What they do, where they go
It puzzles me, this mortal flow
Do they portray a test to truth
A weary show to pretend aloof,
Or am I seen as idle fool
A wasting one, a stubborn mule
Should I care?
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