RED
Color of love,
Color of danger.
They call me red,
I fly like a dove.
ORANGE
It's hard to tame,
Trouble maker on the way.
So full of pride,
Even has a fruit on its name.
YELLOW
Brightest is it's glow,
Highest in the sky.
Color of pure joy,
If angered be ready for a blow.
GREEN
Small and mighty grass,
Leaves on the branch.
My oath is to protect,
So don't dare trespass.
BLUE
Eyes of the sky,
Oceans pride.
You can't get through,
Even if all of you try.
INDIGO
Somewhere in between,
Childlike charm shows.
Hiding behind it's sibling,
This color will be on screen.
VIOLET
Youngest of them all,
But is still a mystery.
It is mighty and strong,
If not then all will fall.
~Arsh
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LIFE- A Gift?
PoetryLIVING- It's one thing we all do. Our lives are not the same but we still live. Some see things others can too but differently that's what makes life different. One poem per chapter. The cover does not belong to me.
