I am the iridescent hue,
burning orange, midnight blue,
murky brown or grassy green,
in a vase, a transparent sheen.
Reflections swerve and I observe
colors changing, striking nerves.
Joys and longing, in and out,
like misty sprays and floating clouds.
About the Creator
Lexxie
Amateur poet with an adoration for observation.
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