All The Colours Poem by Kristine Boe
All The Colours
Me
Lost on a road
Black, but still white
Wondering why
Turning black
into beauty
and white into
the shade
Lost in all the colours
Me
Existence reduce to its simplest form, what it starts out as before the intertwining of life and ideals and viewpoints... 'Me'. You written a stellar piece here my friend. *10* Be Well...
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8/25/2026 7:10:26 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
beautiful... very thought provoking and inspiring... thanks Athena *** words will change the world ***