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C. Knappe

C. Knappe

Colours

This is freedom

I see a perplexing array of colours in front of me,
Most prodominantly reds and yellows, possibility of pink and green,
They form a shape, not just any you see,
The shape of happiness,
The shape of the free.

(2013)

I was having a moment of happiness and wonder, and I wrote about freedom. Enjoy.

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