The whole room lit up in a magnificent display of colors, magnifying all the beautiful features of everything in the room.
The red in the poppy flowers that sat on the windowsill,
The pink in his cheeks,
The orange in the traffic cone that held the classroom door open,
Even the sun seemed the burn just a bit brighter.
The green in the chalkboard,
The blue in the sky,
And the purple of the colored chalk the teacher preferred to use.
All because she smiled at him.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
