Color, and light, and motion.
Warm, crisp, Shattering the ice in your heart. And picking up the pieces, You find they all fit together, When they didn’t before. You are steady; Enjoying the unknown. The warmth spreads. From the top of your head, to the tips of your fingers, Passing your newly assembled heart with a cry of Freedom. Suddenly, there is perspective. Vision is clean, clear. You hadn’t taken the time to notice every color before. It is bright; Beams of pure energy flood the room. Just for you, it seems, For all the world to see! It is a fire, you think, And once, it was burning within. It’s chaos. A purpose. You don’t mind. By: Violet Woundy Staff Writer Comments are closed.
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