**"Color My World"**   

Afternoon lightspots dance on my sketchbook’s spine,   

Watercolors chase monsoons like wild geese in flight.   

I dip stars to trace borders of boundless design—   

My pen’s a ship sailing seven continents’ light.   

Palette swirls with Parisian café cream,   

Tokyo’s neon melts down my brushstream.   

New York subway graffiti burns in my eyes,   

Prague squares rain gold where a thousand wings rise.   

Color my world with rainbow dust,   

From Sahara sands to aurora’s gust.   

Every pixel tangos in neon trust—   

Let Montmartre winds shred borders to rust.   

Color my world through spacetime’s crease,   

Wrap timezones in Klein Blue’s endless peace.   

My canvas spins—a cerulean sphere,   

I stand on the equator, flinging galaxies here.   

Istanbul’s dusk hides in quick-draw lines,   

Venice waves ripple through marker-tips’ rhymes.   

Dunhuang deities pulse with electric veins,   

Andes snowdrifts code in AI’s cold veins.   

Timezones bleed in paint-tube seams,   

Pacific blue meets Samarkand’s gleam.   

Quantum-dot Fuji breaks dawn’s last thread—   

I stitch twilight with vector-thread.   

Color my world with stardust spray,   

Angkor’s stones to Silicon Bay.   

Every layer whispers polyglot hymns—   

Byzantine mosaics reboot as metaverse whims.   

Color my world where latitudes spin,   

Memphis patterns warp where new worlds begin.   

Light-years crash on my iPad’s shore—   

Fingertips paint a borderless roar.   

I’m spacetime’s illustrator,   

Writing love notes in chromatic fervor.   

When civilizations bleed through the grain,   

Earth’s just a pixel—cosmic, aflame.   

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