Poetic Riddle 4 Poem by Beth Sands

Poetic Riddle 4



Like a chalkboard,
And certain pens,
I'm not a colour,
But it all depends,
You cannot see through me,
And not within me.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: colour
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