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Distraction of Colors
Contributed by
UNORTHODOX
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Sunday, 31st October 2010 @ 06:38:55 AM in AEST
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The colors are so brilliant;
I wish they did no harm,
painting a society
addicted to their charm,
can the sky be recreated
would you duplicate that,
the formula for waiting;
is not quite perfect yet
Dreams are mostly illusion;
I'm pretty sure of this
a crystal ball's more likely,
to reveal a truer vision,
whispered deep dark secrets;
in a context out of time,
it's commonly the fear,
which motivates confusion
A notion in the air;
called it's self theory,
shedding any burden of proof,
when state of mind
becomes an institution,
it's occupants are in mode,
while intellect begins to ponder,
the meaning of existence,
the colors are so brilliant;
I wish they did no harm
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UNORTHODOX
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2010-10-31 06:38:55]
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Re: Distraction of Colors
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by duff on
Monday, 1st November 2010 @ 12:09:26 PM AEST
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Intricate and bright. The imagination behind this piece is fantastic. I like the mysteriousness contained in each line and it's very well written.
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Re: Distraction of Colors
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by cashfan1 on
Tuesday, 2nd November 2010 @ 02:53:33 AM AEST
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| This is full of vivid imagery and is strong and wonderfully written. Thanks for sharing. |
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Re: Distraction of Colors
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by desire on
Monday, 13th August 2012 @ 10:50:15 AM AEST
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The colors in the sky with their pretty colors
Ann checked board design or design to disturb
The state of your ignorant mind. As you breathe in
Their vapors having no clue, that your own country
Is killing you. Every thing in this life is a dream
Nothing is what it seems |
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