Children's Books Can Have A Shared Relationship Of Objects And Colors, Enlightening The Syntax Of Poetic Possibility.
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When after the freezing time of gloom vibrant colors sprout,
I get gems of cheer from the spring scenery
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"Paint your words with pretty colors, as you paint your pretty eggs with color"
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I’ve always been painted the colors of an outcast, they just became more vivid when I got injured and was reminded I have to get back up all by myself.
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Flames begin to burn from dying things,
the veil begins to crackle and turn lank;
The colors pull at heartstrings..
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"You can see their true colors in the fruit they bear."
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Love is an artist, painting souls with colors unseen by casual observers. - Aloo Denish Obiero
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"Fresh rain a gift it leaves, a blending of primary colors on a canvas of blue background. God's blessing."
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"Reality is a canvas, and we are the painters. We choose the colors of our existence and the brushstrokes that shape our destiny."
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Embrace your uniqueness and let it shine through. People will appreciate you for who you are, not for who you are trying to be. Be confident in yourself and trust that the right people will come into your life and accept you just as you are. Don't waste time trying to fit in or be like someone else, you were created to be your own person with your own set of strengths and weaknesses. So, show your true colors and let the world see the real you.
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"God's pretty colors paint a pretty day for us to enjoy."
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Poetry is painting, not with lines and shapes and colors, but with words.
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Our reality paints many colors; some which offer tone, others which may contrast.
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The rich colors of Autumn so much like the richness of human passion -- we are not so different from our seasons.
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“Life’s beauty is in nature colors which protects you from all fears.”
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Applauding all colors is a human response,
Avoiding any, simply, is impuissance!
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People don’t change, it’s just that their true colors are revealed.
—Mirza Ghalib, Urdu translation by Michael R. Burch
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A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light—
the city is a garment stretched so thin
her neon colors bleed into the night
and everywhere bright seams, unraveling, ...
('The City Is a Garment' by Michael R. Burch)
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9. Poetry is brightly sent musical notes that heart sees, mind colors and spirit longs to record.
Robert J. Lindley
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“Light is defined as the electromagnetic radiation that can be detected by humans, whichever source it comes from and its life. Be in the spectrum of light as it has all the colors in it.”
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Painting is the science of the mind, where we create something new from confusion and present beauties with colors, Poetry is the best form of painting mostly overlooked, and the mind's painters uses coruscations of brilliancy to present different images by words
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I love Autumn because of... The way it feels, alive and dancing with brilliant shades of exciting colors, soothing the soul and inspiring the heart to find the joy and hope in each passing moment
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Scotch Whisky is seen as a drink, black and white are known colors yet undercover Black is identified as the human race most hated color.
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Let your true colors fill the world
Colors of, love, beauty and light.
Fill the vast and empty sky.
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Media will never quiet your mind. Take a walk outside where colors will flood your soul.
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To Son of Spock---I see you fishing on the dock---At rainbow skies you spin your mock---You bleed the colors with your unwanton talk---Apropos of trollers
that shock and stalk---Why puddle in the mud when your poetry rocks---To waste this talent at the bottom is such a shock---I wish you cast godspeed and good stock---For I pity the day that you are banned and blocked---
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I don't care what you're all wrapped in.
It's fun--don't get me wrong.
Fancy cars and expensive clothes,
new colors and fabrics and faces...
but what's most fun is seeing how
differently you're treated.
How differently you treat yourself.
It's fun, until it's disappointing.
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In my memory, the sunshine is deep. The light falling onto her hair is beautiful. The world is chaos. All the water colors are drowning. Now look she smiles, and I count the colors in her smile. The world again is chaos, but never the same chaos.
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Sunrises and sunsets were breathtaking moments in his life. Moments of exhilaration and ecstasy. Deeply moving moments when he would dream. Dreams that splashed myriad colors on his mind's gray canvas!
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Life is journey full of different colors
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