Colors - Poem
Read and engage your mind with a short poem about colors and how the make me feel.
By Shambhavee BhosalePublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Sharon Pittaway on Unsplash
The color red,
Belongs to the dead.
To the ones in hell,
It is worse than a prison cell.
The color yellow
Is everyone's fellow.
I may be light,
But it is part of the fight.
The color green
She is the lucky queen.
She brings luck to all,
And is a color call.
The color blue,
I have no clue.
The ocean is all I know,
But has the powerful glow.
The color purple,
Is always a little puzzle.
Can not compare,
But is not a despair.
The color white,
It is bright.
It is where I write,
All day and night.
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Shambhavee Bhosale
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