Picture old hollywood red--bright and shiny, leaning on a tad warm... what would it physically feel like? Like the sun beating down on a cold, brisk day. Warming your insides first, and then working on your face as it gradually lifts up as a flower did to the rain. Fingernails running up your flesh, leaving bruised goosebumps as the red makes it way up your pouty lips and into your soul. I like that brisk, loud color that stood out and lingered...
Will it...will it with you?
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therideoflife therideoflife Feb 15, 2017 08:50PM
I read this poem recently and @seasofme suggested I share it. She is so kind, you guys. :) I love all the bright, pungent imagery, the title, the themes, the setting, everything.  "Yellow Light" By...
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