January 30, 2018
By MJLyon SILVER, Duncanville, Texas
MJLyon SILVER, Duncanville, Texas
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Colors, sounds, words
You breathe these in
From them you exhale
Wonderful worlds
In and out
Till your surrounded
In light
A Comforting chaos
A blinding blur
Then when the room is filled
With dragons, music, history's 
Birds, questions, and memories
You inhale one last time
The worlds sink slowly 
In the swirling of your soul
Sitting still they seem silent
With no affect at all
But slowly they are changing you
From who you are
To who you'll be
One day you may see it
First you must
Paint, listen, read

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