Childlike,
I see
Immaculate colors.
Rainbow washed skies
over rolling pink hills
rivers of serene gold.
And Smiling stars
looking down upon
Tangerine fields.
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Poetry By: J Christopher Bartley
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That childlike imagination that is still with me at times.. not wanting to color in the lines.
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