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Remembrance,
Often plays...
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We could you know for the small children do everyday yet we teach them different as they become of age .
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Like a picture is this band
drawn by a little youthful hand.
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When summer ends,
Fall begins,
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Flowers blooming in a shade
awesome to behold,
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Growin’ up in the hood,
Yo’ head full of dreams,
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R-rain starts falling
A-and when it clears away
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Sweet colors mixed to perfection, they meet.
Wet is the canvas, where the colors sweat.
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Colors, colors everywhere
In vibrant rays and hues
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“Mommy, look! A butterfly!”
The child gazed heavenward
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a rainbow, celestial light
in rainy days with beams of sun,
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Christmas colours made of love
make up this special day.
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I know people who breathe black
The smoke bellowing out
by Beverlynohime
10 lines, 20 comments,
on Nov 10 11:40 PM 2007. In addiction, beathes, Black, Personal, Thoughts, Life, Death, Colors, Smoke, S
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from below my purple pillow case
with great care and such a subtle grace
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by She burns
35 lines, 9 comments,
on Oct 27 6:38 PM 2007. In Dreams, Longing, Ache, You and me, Undying rose, Hope, Love, Gift, Joy, Colors, Wings
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Clear your mind and enter this great world
Where peace and love live side by side
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by Dark Edge
13 lines, 13 comments,
on Sep 19 9:01 AM 2007. In War Memories, Colors, Imagry, Dark, Personal, Pain, Sad, wierd, Life, Death
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Color me brilliant spectrums of living life;
Then shall I drink of God’s Rainbow ‘rife.’
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You see, I think in color. / Bright shades and soft. / My mind likes to wander / And paints pictures / Of what I love the most. / Purples t
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Nothing Rhymes with Orange / Poor little color, How forlorn / If only it could rhyme like yellow / Which rhymes with mellow / Or maybe the
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The world of flowers I escape with the night / To see what the mornings brighten en-lights / Sweet Alyssum, Sweet Pea / Sweet William’s I l
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I love the color blue and i have fun writing this poem my birthstone is sapphire that's why it's first
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I dislike the color green but it's a nice color to write a poem about
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The color black can be good or bad
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Pounding away within my chest Pulse is racing swift
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My passion was violet My lust flamed crimson
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White is a strange Color to think about
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Citrus sunlight comes, it is the glistening sunrise,
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Blue, red, black and white br
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