my hands are a kaleidoscope.
colors infect every inch.
from the pads of my thumb,
to the base of my fingernail,
to the grooves in my palm.
the colors are of music.
they're of art.
they're of my best friends.
they're of dedication and perseverance.
they're of my passion.
my hands are a kaleidoscope.
the colors reach every inch of my hand,
and touch every part of my soul.
to my favorite flute loops.
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Poetrypoetry, written by someone who's still trying to figure a lot out. (updates whenever i write something good)
