Perfect Palette Paradise

Color Curiosity

Perfect Palette Paradise

perfect palette paradise

color blending aurora spice

the nicer vice of all the thrice called captives

the first is mauve and red

existential, fearful dread

the endless head which spins circles in bed

the second lays with aqua turquoise

bashing walls with every noise

the louder choice is given much much poise

the third sleeps in orchid plum

softly rapping on the drum

repetitive numb which thumbs the softer hum

the three of pose who slumber still

stuck inside their bordered hill

the thrill of will was lost with all the trill

still, we keep the consortium continuing

as our heartstrings wear, tender thinning

nature poetry
Nicholas Goodman
Nicholas Goodman
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Nicholas Goodman

Poet. Writer. Avid Tea enthusiast. Truth seeker. Love maker. Wondering what makes the world smile and how I can create that in words.

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