Poem Response
Two kinds of color are as simple as black and white,
With textures and colors that would put art teachers into fright.
As the colors drip and spread,
Maybe this painting represents the dead.
The perspective of this piece is unlimited and free,
That simple colors make us see.
What really means more happiness or richness,
I don't care I would rather be happy and poor,
You see not every poem has to rhyme, all the time.
But all have to talk, and
ramble about the things they would take a gamble for,
What is in stake for a paper in pen,
What you see and that's the end.
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