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That childlike imagination that is still with me at times.. not wanting to color in the lines.

Submitted:Dec 2, 2012    Reads: 20    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   


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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