This poem is psychedelic and make me think about those weird artsy films from the sixties.

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That's a really interesting piece :3

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That it is :3

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I like it! Its very descriptive, for a paragraph. I love the red sky part! It actually made me think of a red sky! XD

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lol, thanks, very trippy if I do say so myself XD

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XD Welcome.

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Hm... what to think...

So, this is the theme of nature once more...
Narrating a past from a future...

... It seems to paint a picture... an oil canvas, littered with various strokes of concepts and feelings...

Blue... water is 'blue'... dew-covered grass...
Red... red at dawn or dusk... but... red is the color of blood... color of correction... color of... the sky might be living, breathing...
Yellowing... like fall... like a set of teeth... a necessary process that life takes...
Brown... brown rivers are murky... but... rivers drag materials in their currents to send them off elsewhere... a nourishment-flowing river...
Wind's black eyes... (I'm a bit biased against the color of black... too well-defined...) ...it could be well defined, well guiding... well penetrating...
Green... green hands... green can be seen as festering an illness, as degeneration... and yet, that is a step of life; green... like the life-giving plants... a sort of... life abiding rule...
A sort of... relaxed feeling as ... well, eyes don't "smile" literally, but figuratively eyes can portray a smile...
White... (again, I'm a bit biased against white; too full of nothingness, yet it can be changed unlike black) ... seen as innocence at times... attributing it now would be good...
Trails... hm... I can only imagine this... a sort of 'after-image' of something... probably white in context...
More... swirling... more relaxation... dizzy, yet right....
A time when "gay" had no negative connotation...

Hm... you were right; this was a good analysis... even if I was dead wrong...

Thanks, Bwarch.

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I'd like to live in that kind of world...

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It was so pretty from way up there,
We talked about how the lights from the buildings and the cars,
looked like reflection of the stars.

Hm. Interesting.

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