Yellow,
the sunshine,
The morning,
Happy, hopeful,
He has no doubts.
Blue,
The rain,
The oceans and rivers.
A storm,
Sad, calm,
The smell of rain
She wears on her clothes.
No one ever thought,
Yellow and blue
Could have been something.
But together they made a new colour.
Green,
The living,
The growing.
Alive.
Rain and sunshine
Helped it grow.
Now it's time for green
To thrive.
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Wandering Thoughts
PoetryThese are my wandering thoughts. My worries, my fears, my moments. These are the poems I write because I can and because I want to. My wandering thoughts are what make me, me.
