Its the sunset, or sunrise,
The edges of the sky during transition. Its the boisterous shade of a tank full of fish,
And the softness of newborn kitten.
Its the true hair color of your most freckled friends,
And the frustration of slowed traffic, signs and cones.
Its the color of energy,
Both bright and bold.
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At The End Of The Day
PoesíaA small taste of my original poems. Observations, color-filled, visual, relatable happenings of the day. Feelings, slant rhymes, but mostly inner thoughts. Enjoy!
