I worry about the Stoics,
Who claim to see life through colourless emotionless lenses,
There are some whose reality is more depressing than life really is,
A life of colour is all I'll "settle" for,
Not for one full of false projections of being in tune with reality,
I'd love a little crazy; perhaps even some explosive fun,
Till I meet a person full of colour and bliss,
I'll do as the song says,
I'll keep dancing on my own ❤
~Rosetta🥀
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Picture Poetry
PoetrySometimes life isn't just words. It's colour, texture, sounds, smells and sights. Living life means being open to each of these elements, and if you are, then the poetry is constantly in motion. Whenever I travel, or see something that motivates me...
