Poetry Mindful Rainbows

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What color is your mind when the clock strikes twelve?
In the dead of night where people sleep
And creatures hunt.
When the moon is either high or lost.

What color is your mind at the darkest it can be?
Do you see a prismatic pattern
Like the sun hitting the crystal just right?
Do you see a myriad of blues or greens
Of oranges and yellows?

What color is your mind when it passes the hour from day to day?

I would love to know
What you see when you close those pretty eyes.
When you close them from pretty lies.
 

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