Artist Revelation

My poetry is no longer just red, yet crimson
I illuminate in rich emerald
my sky is sapphire,
my wheat fields, radiant gold.
the glorious spectrum
diffused within me, simple
and significant upon this tiny satellite
hanging by that questionable string;
infinitely dangling,
deep in the midnight universe;
myriad stars, pinholes of white light
kiss my tiny palms,
immersing me
in a shower of wonder;
as if all I see without
is rich within.


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