Colors forced apartA Poem by anna
When I stand before you
You should learn to fear me Thousands of colors, askew I toss them around like a banshee I am duly unmatched My soul can create new colors They could be snatched From the bleakness of a sand dollar. When I stand from my crouch Fists bearing the red of a heart Which I will pull out of my mindless pouch Millions of colors I will impart Don't you dare try to take my power I will break the simple colors of your world Into a shattering shower I'll force it into a whirl Just you try to break my will.
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Added on January 4, 2014 Last Updated on January 4, 2014 AuthorannaSummerville, SCAbout"Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away.” more..Writing
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