The fading colors of my feelings,
Once vibrant, now dimmed in the twilight,
Yet they linger, waiting for their time,
Not this time, but the next, I’ll bloom,
With hues richer than the autumn leaves,
Each shade a testament to my journey,
In the quiet spaces between heartbeats,
I gather the remnants of what was,
Transforming shadows into whispers,
Painting my world with unspoken love.
For every season brings its lessons,
And every tear a seed for tomorrow.
I will rise, unfurling in radiant bursts,
A garden of colors, free from sorrow.
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Palette Words
Poetry"Palette Words" invites you to explore the spectrum of feelings that color our existence-from the deepest blues of sorrow to the brightest yellows of joy. Through poetry, I aim to capture the nuances of nature and the complexities of the human heart...
