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In words it can be described
In particular to the eye.
The wealthy waste it,
The poor beg for it,
And nature grows it.
The color can be seen
In places that are real or of a dream.
We walk on it,
It can change to another color,
But when using it
One color remains.
It's beautiful,
It's cruel.
The color is everywhere
In many forms.
But the question remains,
How do you see it?
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A Collection of Poetry Book One
PuisiA collection of poems that range from simplistic ideas to my personal feelings. Those that are not about ideas or issues I feel strongly about, are about my feelings and experiences. Total number of poems: 68 {Poetry / Short Story}
