Prisimatic life

Sunlight
split into colors
dazzling my emotions.
what thrills
chills and over the rainbow
listings exist in this place.
Vintage dreams of somewhere else
float like a rain of orange blossoms
raining their perfume
against my skin.
The edge of light
the sun's eyes become
a refracted kiss
that burns my soul
all the way down to my soles.
Red.
the apple orchard
where all the rare jewels
that you can eat
exist.
Orange.
A grove of blossoming trees
with perfume
so heavy
so intoxicating
that all I want to do
is drink
until ovlivion is my name.
Yellow.
Sand beneath my feet
standing on the edge
of Andromada's shore.
Green.
The rainforest lost
and found in one sigh.
Blue.
Ocean in cosmic detail
ocean until there is no more
universe
no more deep thought
to loose myself in
until they are no more
blue is almost forever
Indigo.
conciousness unfolding
and folding in
to ultraviolet
the last road that leads
to the door.
All you have to do
is open it.
They all fly apart
only to be pulled by
by the sun
exploding
like stars
into an etheral dance
that is life.

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It should read
They all fly apart
only to be pulled back
by the sun
exploding
like stars
into an ethereal dance
that is life.
Sorry for the mistakes. I was way too excited when I wrote this.
Wendy
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do tell us whatever made you excited? all of us here see nothing exciting about this at all......sorry just don't see it

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Ahhh you want to know why I got so excited....why not take a wild guess.
common you can do it. I have faith in your intellegence.
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You got into the cooking sherry again?