white was the color of the ground where i often cried,
the place i called home numerous times.
blue was the color of the sky that i cursed,
whom i blamed for all my mistakes.
indigo was the color of the journey through hell,
the long road to heaven.
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amber daffodils (completed ✔️)
Poetry"i stood on the plutonium shores of the lake, where all the poets had went to die, the mountains bejeweled with snow. i saw nothing in the vast expanse, only the stars in a hazy trance, yet when the sun rose, and night came to a close, i saw marig...
