The colors dash across the wall.
The paint fails to drip and fall.
There's nothing to be seen.
This is just another poem with gleam.
The colors are sparkling so bright.
The colors are inside the light.
Attempts to spread the color end in failure.
This is another poem so bright and pure.
The darkness has lasted, but not tonight.
These colors are redeeming the brightest of all light.
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Emotional response? Well like most I see the colors, even though not are actually mentioned specifically. I won't insult you by pretending that I undrstand this poem, but sometimes you have to take chances in writing and you've done that here.
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