Limitless Walls

Neon lights.

Pastel walls.

The walls were the palette of rebels;

They were her canvas of imagination.

Blues, purples,

Blacks and, silvers

There was a corner that whispered of the night

While another patch yawned in light

With yellows and reds

And colours that danced

Danced into the barren lands

Of sands and cracks

Of dust that glittered gold

On the pastel walls,

Her canvas of infinites

With paints of contrasts

The brushes danced

Sometimes in jazz

Sometimes in ballet

The walls echoed her agony

And her joy

It cried and, laughed

With colours that couldn’t be contained

Of colours that couldn’t be imagined

She was the artist

And the dome of her creation

Her soul.

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