On the sepia soul founding
Layer some sod of the body
Sprinkle petals of feelings
Voila, there it is
The intersperse of this being.
Scattered along the assortment
Is the peekaboo of reflection
Textures of experiences
Forming a riveting yarn
Weaving these many musings
Standing testament
Of the nips and slashes
Sighs and Chortles.
And then, the path
Reveals to you the visual
Like a road map to yourself
A little joyous green
Bordering the morose grey
Topped off with the serene white.
And that amalgam right there
Inspires, arrests, manifests!
In articulation - yet leaving some unsaid
For the lack of wordage.
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