The ink of laughter painted across my rib
Flat beyond opinion,
Line below a beat.
representing a break, the breath, a life.
The greens and blues
of circles and spaces of stars and faces
illuminate the lines of gray,
a song of habit and tradition.
When the Lines rise and fall from the rhythm
of the greens and blues the voices scream.
yet, nothing at all.
So I tell, the laughter holds the beat of the blue
refusing to rise,
The ink of existence
not green nor blue.
Black with Color.
painted beneath my skin
the story, these Lines
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