I separated my skittles into colored piles.
Greens with greens.
Reds with reds.
Yellows with yellows.
Oranges with oranges.
Purples with Purples.
Why are you doing that? a voice
meekly asks from behind.
Your need to eat them together.
When pieces collide
Harmony and love abide.
Author notes
not quite sure what i was going for.
A contest entry
- peace and love - through the eyes of a child :) by little-hug.
1200 points, ended March 18, 2008, 15 entries
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I'm not 100% sure I understand this but its unique and I like it for that reason
Thank you soo much for entering my contest and good luck!
Ellie
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