Colors, by Austin Hoehn Subscribe to rss feed for Austin Hoehn

The colors, the colors live
between black and white
in a land that we
know best by sight.
but knowing best
isn't wverything,
for colors dance
and clors sing,
and colors laugh
and colors cry--
turn off the lights
and colors die.

Like acrobats on a high trapeze
the colors pose and bend their knees
twist and turn and leap and blend
into shapes and feelings without end
Posted: 2005-10-19 22:29:57 UTC

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