Flower petals,
Setting skys,
Fiery passion,
Angry good byes.
You can't describe a color,
Because every body sees,
Every single color,
Differently.
Devil,
To death,
Blood spilt,
To blood still flowing.
What people see,
What people think.
Ripe fruit,
Fruit rotting.
Sweet,
Sour,
Red isn't just a color.
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Across My Mind
PoetrySpontaneous poems I think of or that cross my mind. For me to share and yours to read.
