Color Scheme
A Red and Blue birdIntermingle in front of A gray scale sky.The same molten sky thatPreviously owned my mindsetYet this new introductionOf color shocks my system.And a stream of clarity Courses through my veins.Although the backdropStill haunts my mind,The new life being presentedIn my own world is differentThan the typical World of colorIts a form a savior Which intervened my complete Consumption into my own mindAnd The memory of theseTwo small birds Is something I can not live withoutBecause without them,I would not be.
This poem is about:
Me
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