Colors are tickling of Neurons,
Or waves that emblazon,
The flowers are pretty and the sky adorns-
My glass of reddish heavenly drops.
But my life is still filled with color droplets. Who says the dreams are mundane, colorless display of electro-chemical neurotic events?
I live the colors of life-
My colors are blue in pain-
And red stains like blood-
on a white soul. And yellow-
in honey-dipped gold-
Green in trees and faces in refreshing siesta.
Black is glorious in space and perfect in elegance and grace.
I am gifted with a life not less ordinary, colors are my mirrors of joy.
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