Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

June 25, 2013

Kolors

by Jacob L.
We dance in Crimson Red
Throwing up our hands wildly
Chanting our never ending song of defiance

Surrounded by mesmerizing pools of Silver
And infinite fields of iridescence 

We watch as Gold falls from the heavens in a thick milky stream
Colliding with the ground in harmony as it parts in different paths

The streams of rich color floods our thin statures
Puddling beneath our mangled feet

We continue our dance of freedom

Cobalt Blue combusts in the atmosphere
Coating the air with its bold, audacious beauty 
Explosions of its colors fill our youthful eyes

We chant louder
Power in our voices
Passion in our hearts

Claps of lightning cut through the purple skies
Leaving thick craters of stark black above our heads
Pearls of neon descend from upon us

Before our very eyes
We are endowed by its purity
Coated in its color
We bare all its beauty

Only to make up for the ugly in our souls.

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