On a white blanket of snow like icing glossing over the world.
Red.
Seeping through ivory paper, spreading like the roots of the tree it was made from.
Blue.
From morning leaves, glowing emerald green in the midst of a storm.
See-through.
Of warm comforts and late nights and in moment of haste.
Brown.
Born from the warmth of a fire controlled to one spot like a heartbeat.
White.
A ripple of a tranquil pond creating wave after wave of movement.
Transparent.
A movement through gravity from a tap, candle, or rain.
A movement of ink or a spilled coffee stain.
Something of blood, clear on white snow.
From thawing ice, thawing alone.
Things that will drip and then finally drop.
These are the things that change when they stop.
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The power of emotions
PoesiaThis is a poetry book: some are positive, some are negative and some unintentionally turn out deep and/or spiritual because that's part of me. I'll try to make as many poems as possible positive though :) I'll add to this whenever I feel like it an...
