Brand New Colours
by Lord R.e. Taylor
So many colours
Each comes from a different direction
Mixing and swirling, making new patterns
New colours flow from the edges
They have no names yet
But some artists, somewhere, will name them
Smear them on a blank canvas
Maybe sell it for a million dollars
All while I watch the swirls and twirls
I will stand around just waiting for the day to end
To see what the world gives me
And what the universe takes away
© Poem – I/X/MMXXV
LRET
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