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When I see Yellow
I always think of these tangy lemons
that refreshes in this meadow.
When I see Red
I think about the roses
that blooms in the flower bed.
When I see Violets,
I wonder about its name
Violet, when it's color is blue.
But when I see Blue,
It's the way I feel
whenever I see the two of you,
Yet you never had a clue.
YOU ARE READING
Words of the Non Poet
PoesíaWords that mostly unheard, hidden deep inside, and stays there until there would be a chance to let them all out. All photos/paintings are credited to the owners.
