Color Poem by angel lockheart
Color
When you can’t enjoy nature,
You color me miserable blue.
When you consume spirits
You color me senseless red.
When I can’t understand you sometimes,
You color me discouraged green.
But,
When you laugh,
You color me ecstatic yellow,
When I read your poetry,
You color me peaceful orange.
And when you are happy,
You color me over-the-moon purple.
You-
Are my prism,
Creating;
A complex RainBow.
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5/10/2024 8:49:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love you prism metaphor. This poem's awsome. Izzey Strange