Pink is the color of serenity.
Red is the color of passion.
Yellow is the color of happiness.
White is the color of purity.
But white isn't really a color,
It's a void, an awaiting canvas,
A place to paint my thoughts and schemes,
My endless screams,
My forethought dreams,
My neverending thinking of not.
A space for endless possibilities it seems.
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
PoetryAs complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...
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