Untitled (6/28/2013)

The world is full of color, bright and strong,
The hues surround and fill most every space.
The sounds swirl round and through each moment lace,
Create exquisite melody and song.
I walk among the multitudinous throng,
In a pulsing, crowded kind of place,
Just one in a million, churning sea of face,
And always feel compelled to sing along.
All the different parts of life combine
To meld in one collage of shining grace
An ode to a world so delicate and fine
A world whose every facet I embrace.
I look for some sort of outright sign,
And find it in the ordinary encased.

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