Hey, everybody! Tell me what u think about my first poem-story

||The purest and the most thoughtful minds are those which love color the most||

He loved the shades,

The way each one cascades,

A swirl of green and yellow,

For the trees without snow.

A mix of crimson and cherry,

For all these delicious berries.

A dash of blue and white,

For the peaceful day which was bright.

Dark purple had its say,

When a roaring storm was on the way.

All these colors,

Made a setting in a whirl.

And he immersed himself in it,

Because they told him he had no wits.

They said he was boring.

Told him he was living in a world of fairies and wings.

He didn't know.

He had no woes.

For now, he didn't care.

But he had to live in a way so rare.

He got up, picking up the painting.

Went out, with a bit of sighing.

Life was hard.

It was a game, and he was a card.

And for so long, it picked him always, to tease him, to crumple him.

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