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Liquid Colors


In the pitch black darkness 

I find my light

Not one or two or three

But many luminescent colors

Swirl and morph into shapes and objects

Freedom at its finest

Inner thoughts emerge

People and places, objects and patterns

New and old, recognizable and not

My eyes open

Inspiration at last

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