Every soul has a different colour. Each colour tells a story.
You've got the blinding whites of purity and the dazzling yellows of happiness.
You've seen the flaming reds of anger, laced with the heartless black.
We know the know the connotations of the pale blues and the calming greens. The baby pink is a delicate soul, precious and fragile.
The grey ones. I like them a lot. They're the ones with perspective, everything is not as they seem, I like that.
The royal purples and the sunset oranges produce an enchanting in the image, do they not? The browns and the teals and the fuchsia ones too. They scream personality.
Every soul has a different colour, each a different story.
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Words.
PoetryTo be completely honest, it's just a load of randomly plucked words from the air, infused together with some punctuation and their job is to represent the bunch of emotion I, - a tired, caffeine filled, late night worker- threw together in hopes tha...
