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Sun's color

Member since 2006 · Posted 20 Apr 2006 · 2 comments

Catch the sunlight in your hands, Weave it into multi-colored strands, Watch as prisms of color and light drift softly in the air, and bask in warmth as it dances in your hair, Feel its touch upon your back hold and mold it, shape it, refract it, ...indeed, imagine that ...

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[8] Dovina 21-Apr-06/3:45 PM Reply

I like the dancing lilt of this. "prisms of color and light" could lose the "light." And "prisms" may not be right here. Prisms bend the white sunlight (refract it) and show off its colors. But that's the techie answer, yours is the poetic one. And the title seems wrong; is it really the sun's color that this is about or is it interaction with the sun?

[n/a] annadoc › Dovina 21-Apr-06/5:11 PM Reply

Thank you for giving me food for thought. I use to love the streaming sunlight (when I was young) coming in the window.
I would think about changing title to Sun (Play)?