Intermingled notes ride on air.
Notes high and low share,
Notes from a bird song,
Seem to waft through.
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My colors haven't intermingled,
Just as yet because dawn hasn't
Accepted the paintbrush and canvas of God.
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The Internet seems to be,
Information's entirety.
But when my files crash,
And look like a mess.
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I trekked up the ice sheets of the blinding white Himalayas,
And looked way, way precipitously down,
To the borderless red river valley,
I accidentally found.
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When he did what he did,
When he had to, he still did what he did,
For that man who was trapped
In his life going nowhere,
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The white of the sky,
The white ocean expanse,
The white computer screen,
The white paper page.
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We brought him silken robes and golden shoes,
He gave us a wanderer's clothes.
I looked at this and liked it.
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Rose is it true?
Can I be like you?
Your petals soft,
Your red, so red,
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Bats and butterflies,
Flew crazyily in my brain,
Then outside in my garden, just the same.
Darting revved up through black rain.
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I opened the door,
And took a sneak peak
At this morning's world
What it would bring me.
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