Prism Prison

By Sunny   

Red, yellow, or electric blue,
What do those shades mean to you?

Violet, orange, or emerald green,
What is a prism that can not be seen?

Black, white, or infinite grey,
What would those shades have to say?

Do you feel the warmth of the sun?

Do you feel the cool of the sun?

Feel the limitless shades that God has won.

Magnificent shades all given to you,
Bring them forth and feel the new

Judging the joy of creative glee,
Hinders the mind that sets it free

I love sparkles of every shade,
even the ones that begin to fade

Prism Prison, leave me be

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