No matter where you have been,
You have seen the magic of green,
turn the power of clear,
into the energy of red.
Red fuels my imagination and that of my kind fellows,
Like red fuels a child to draw sunlight from white to yellow.
At dawn I see the purple skies, at dusk I see it pink,
As I am blessed with my own reality and my own way to think.
So many colours with so many vibrations,
do we feel the same way? do we have the same intentions?
I know together we have more things in common,
When we use our imagination.
Imagine being me,
Imagine being you.
Instructable Blue.
About the Creator
D Alden
At thirty six years old, my primal dimensional entity is begging to share the constant stream of literature produced by my imagination to make a genuine connection close or far, present or in the future. My own personal vuja de to you!
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