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[title] => A Life Without Colors is Hardly a Life
[time] => 2007-04-16 03:49:29
[hometext] => It was rainy outside when I wrote this.
[bodytext] => You look out and see a dismal world of rain and steam Rising from the ground enveloping whatever beauty Once lived, breathed, and now is dying away. Dull gray, the most boring color of all, Is the world that we live in As our innocuous lives fade Into the color of our existance, gray. Little children venture outside And wonder "Where did the colors go?" The captivating chalk drawings have all but disapeared, And all thats left on the sidewalk is The nonfulfillment of their dreams As their imaginations slowly fade to gray. The flowers of your life are fated To wilt, shrivel up, and die. As you grow older, you grow grayer too, Until you become that pale emotionless Semblance of what you once were. You become cold and gray like the rain. Is your life meant to be this predictable? Day after day, is the same as before Like the April rain falling eternally Its daily dismal, depressing and dull. Yet you just sit there hope that a better Day will come over the horizon. Well, life isn't like that, Just hoping isn't going to stop the rain. Instead, lets go outside and dance. Who cares if we get soaked? Because to us this day is perfect, And the sky is a huge garden Raining down flowers on us As we dance in total euphoria We rediscover the magnificence of color. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 778 [topic] => 43 [informant] => yackerz85 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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