2. A Million Colors

As my light grows a little,

I see a little more

Of the edges and windows,

Of a million colorful doors;

I walk down this darkened hallway,

Deciding what the colors are for

  

An endless row of blues and reds,

That begin to color my once-dark world,

Seem so muted by the dark shadows

That swirled, curled, twisted, and furled

That my own feeble light cannot combat

But may, one day, light up the world

 

Orange and yellow doors beckon to me,

My favorite colors, they seems to know,

But I cannot find my way to them –

When I look straight at them, they don’t show

And they seem blurred and foggy and dark,

But when I look away, the colors glow

The End

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