The Only ColorA Poem by Valeigh Starr
It's the color of life,
the one and only hue that specific shade that means everything to you. It's behind every wall and in every voice and beneath every blanket and in every small noise. It's the feeling of fur and the texture of wool and the ridges of chips and what makes ice cream cool. Sometimes it gets old, you want a new light to see but to turn down life's color is nowhere to be, For what is a rainbow and what views do you find, if your hands paint the pictures while your eyes were born blind?
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8 Reviews Added on December 9, 2013 Last Updated on December 9, 2013 AuthorValeigh StarrAboutYou can find me laying on my back in a valley beneath the stars, dreaming a better world into reality. Hey everyone, Sorry I've been nonexistent for so long. I just rediscovered my need for poetry.. more..Writing
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