Paint me a poem of Emerald green;
with circle blues and golden hues.
A poem that is so well groom,
that I’ll want to acknowledge the sky.
Paint me a poem of rose’s red;
one across a canvas spread.
One where lavender, returns to pink;
one that soothes like, a cool drink.
My wandering eyes of hazel hue;
filled with cerulean blue.
I want the poem on my wall;
to read as I pass though the hall.
Paint me a poem, purple deep;
so the twilight brings blissful sleep.
Dreaming of colors bright in the sun;
make me feel Sol’s blissful fun.
Lend it the magic of silver seas;
of elysian joys, yet to be.
Paint me a poem, paint it now;
one to enthrall my tired brows.
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