If I am a well, what color would it be if the water drains?
Would it be red like the blood that pumps through our veins?
Or as violet as the cosmic colors that flood my mind’s eye?
Would you taste the lemonade rain pouring from the sky?
Could you smell the arboreal scents of the mossy green?
Or hear the sweet cotton candy sing a song so serene?
Does the azure sky glitter with jubilant stars?
Perhaps I’m just sentimental
Or I painted a portrait of you?
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