Choice of color

Choice of color

In art...

I find

peace in pieces

I hear...

unheard sounds

of colors

soothing, mellow

shrill, deep, or shallow

pink, blue, or yellow

I smell...

rainy notes

of melancholy

pitch black, dark red

unborn, unholy

I feel paintings

alive, crawling

on my skin ... animated

it tickles!

my dear friend...

bring colors to life

or die blind

you choose

in art

I taste...

the taste

of a warm salted tear

a whispered pray

it tastes like... clay

sweet on tongue

but aches in the heart

pleasure in the pain

Oh God!

and, clay of creation

filled with lands of

imagination

or hell and distortion

pure divine

or devil..

my dear friend...

you choose!

Art.....

softly...

it touches

the nerves

of your soul

peeks in your crakes

pulls on your strings

plays with your fears

like a lover....

it sells you

unseen dreams

at sleepless nights

dark... delights

free... flights

it takes you

in arms

with warmth

without hesitation

excite you

drives you

without destination

and I am sorry... that

I have a flawed story

but it's rich beyond measure

mild melodies or magic

jovial... or tragic

fall for it...

or don't..

create passion

or perfumed poison

euphoric prison

or

Colorless prism

my dear friend

you choose...

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