Sit and think.
Thoughts flow like a needle through tapestry.
A tapestry tinged with yellow thread
Yellow, like my contentment.
My mind wanders like sheets in the wind.
Fresh sheets, laced with blue patterns
Blue is the bliss of life.
The logic in reality pops open like a blossom.
Blossoms in the spring, purple and bright
Purple, the pleasure of truth.
Perception shifts like a wave during tide.
Kissing the shoreline, green water
Green is the loyalty.
Intuition leaks like the mud after rain.
Pooling and red
Red like my honesty.
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