Once upon a colorA Poem by SleeplessVolcanoI took a pink pencil from your desk but I struggled
I found another quite like the December blue of your eyes but my words dried up too
then foliage green spoke to me like a remote Amazonian fern yet to be discovered
and suddenly I saw green shoots mingling
with the vine-leaf red of your lips and I knew © 2016 SleeplessVolcanoReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 17, 2016 Last Updated on August 17, 2016 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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