Flow

The words flood my senses.

Beautiful bright colors envisioned in my mind.

The words flow against the white of the paper.

The world seems just a little bit brighter.

The colors are vibrant.

The words embed is my soul.

Changing me, for good and for bad

And soon enough,

you forget the words,

you forget the colors,

you for get the way they made you feel,

but you are still changed by what you read,

and that will never go away.

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