Coloring book
- Billy Collins
- Feb 13, 2020
- 1 min read
Strokes from left to right
becoming a visual of my thoughts.
Three hour thin-lined therapy for my relaxation.
Too many options to choose from, although,
some would say not enough.
Dark shades are for despair,
light becomes illuminant.
Colored snow and blue grass fields,
The lines are no longer prominent.
I can show the shades from within.
I can show you in a way you can understand,
no words.
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