by The Girl With A Dragon Tattoo
The world is but a kaleidoscope.
It begets its colours — a bit from me and a bit from you,
As long as we hold on to our identities true.
You walk on the streets,
Witnessing sights which are visual treats.
Each incident imparts its hues,
Which tint the world in reds and greens and blues.
Each vessel is a reflection,
You of me and me of you — without any deflection.
Like a kaleidoscope that contains patterns that are continuously re-arranging,
The world is dynamic — with everything continuously changing.
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About the Author
The author is an impulsive person, who enjoys metal music and poetry.