Life In Pastel

I think and often imagine Even in scorched dreams Myself and life as it seems; As it seems, seems, seems. I have a tenuous grip on reality A self-made functional mode. I think I have some aspects of alterity; I can think in colours unrefined. Pastel, refined, softspoken, Colours that were not mine; I can speak in languages That are often tough and fine. I can think in pastel Speak in pastel and subdued My life, often in colours bright To this has now been reduced. I have a life in pastel but inside I have emotion bright and strong I can think in pastel but emotion Remains vivid and lifelong. Life, filaments of life, in muted hues, Is thus what it amounts to: Live softly, there is yet a vivid dream That I am driven to pursue. Copyright: Rani Turton

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[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Rani, again, this is fabulous. You write rhyme wonderfully and prose.......awesome.