They say
To let your
Imagination
Run wild.
Wild like
Flowers.
You envision
The contrasts,
Paints and
Puddles of the
World,
In the filter
You wished to
Glance through.
Maybe you didn’t
Know yourself.
They say
To let your
Imagination
Run wild.
Wild like
Egyptian sunsets.
The fog that
Swims and swirls
Like deception
In your mouth
Illuminates in
Gray.
Maybe you didn’t
Know yourself.
They say
To let your
Imagination
Run wild.
Wild like
Blackberries.
The fog that
Swings and sways
Like truth
In my mouth
Illuminates in
Everything.
Sun rays
Send pastel polish
Into the fog
Like fuchsia gold.
I thank the stars
I know myself.
Thank you for this poem. I especially like imagining the pastel polish of the suns rays. Nice!
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The description is one of my favorite things about this poem too! Thank you for reading.
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