October 25, 2011
By Madyson BRONZE, Everett, Washington
Madyson BRONZE, Everett, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
Close your eyes, what do you see?
Put the palm of your hands up to your ears, what do you hear?
Try again.

There was a time when a paintbrush stroked
And I followed you with my eyes
This bright red filled my view
It was as sinful as you
Reaching me into you

It stroked again and all I saw was green
It cleared my sight, my fear
My eyes saw you near
For I saw your will as I peered
Into the small abyss of your canvas

As blue drowned my mind
All of you I couldn’t find
And as it washed away what I had left
You were washed away with death
And I glanced at you once more

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