Primary Color

From the sun it sings

but only a whisper

as it touched my ear

those golden petals

dropped one by one

will I retrieve them

to place them on my mantel

there is only hope left

a clinging to

I shiver as the night grows colder

I await the dawn

as I await the spring

in it’s full splendor

and garment of green

the color of words

and of the heart

the blue sky

speaks my pain

which is my true color

which hue my being

and can it change

night into day

emotions into thoughts

thoughts into actions

through these

we help create the world

beginning each new day.


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Written by riverwild

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