Colors

Colors

Colors are bright

Colors are dark

Colors are the start to a new art

Colors begin a day so looming and stark

A Splash of this a splash of that

With only a pigment the world comes to life

Now if you will I have a job

As an artist I must ask do you cherishes colors

Or are you weary of them

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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