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| Ronald Mackina © Ernest Mackina (2013) |
The colour of my voice
The distinct colour of my words.
A shade depicting my moods and thoughts;
Or maybe its a entire spectrum
Artistically painted into a masterpiece of my character.
The pitch, the sound
The harmony I reflect.
My joy translated into a dyed canvas
But wait,
My anger paints my bliss.
Shouting, screaming; my volume raised.
Echoes trembling, my texture roughened.
Sulky responses and muted thoughts,
Elation thoroughly masked
Bursts of pigments escape my lips.
Tainted from deep within.
Question is
Is my colour constantly changing?
or is it different shades of one?
Image: © Ernie-MacPics
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