When Colors Mix
Golden specks
Swim in a sea of green
With two black pits that knife their way
Inside deep, hidden thoughts
Searching but seeing nothing
Scanning a weary façade
Stopping only to lock with two brown pools
That lay murky and still
In a sunken plane
Sparks fly
As green and brown meet
Swirls of color mesh and mix
Never to be stilled again.
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