this life is color
it blesses us
as the sun rises
to bring tulip
reds and songs
of blue
burnt orange
sands
mountains topped
with winter white,
spring green
as new as the day
this life is new
with each breath
and the slower
I exist
the more intense
the color becomes
My heart rests
upon the twine hammock
that sways
with the dallying
colorless wind
life is not color
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