My friend, I fear you have been trapped by the page,

All these colors you’ve used — a war did you wage,

Its past time to unwind, to surrender your ink.

And transform the paper with a nod and a wink.

A fold and a crease, a tuck and a bend

And soon you will find yourself on the mend.

From a base will arise a swan, frog, or goat

The contortions will sweep you by the tails of your coat.

And restore you true to the worth of a word

No color you choose can help you be heard

Choose instead not to fill but to edit, distill.

And remember the base with your quill.

Thats one of the most creative comments I’ve ever recieved. Pretty cool, passion.

Aquamarine.