Scarlet
Smells like the nostalgic rust in an antique store.
Sounds like the rustling of fall trees
Feels like a healing paper cut
Tastes like the apple juice that cleans your palette
Looks like the morning dust which is mistaken for sparkles in the sky
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Blue
the color to simplify water
the sky
associated with sadness
the sound of a broken heart
of crashing waves
the crackling of ice when it meets water
Tulip Festival's rainbow snowcones
a popsicle beginning to melt
my Crest toothpaste
the cold touch of metal
my face going numb from the cold
tracing shapes on the frosted window
blue can raise you or drown you
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My Poetry Journey
PoetryThese are poems that I thought would be a shame to waste. This is my poetry journey.