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    I could not be more peachy tan
    with tint of winter breeze to rose each cheek.
    The whiting of each tousled hair
    surrounding hazel eyes, still keen of gaze,
    with blackened-brown mascara, cool extending lash
    (too pale without its weighted hue). Could you
    imagine in your dreams a muted blend of
    ruby lips and nails amid a
    browning age-spot here or there upon a
    wrinkling frame?

    It's all the same for we who blaze our way around
    a golden scorch-set-sun. Within our vaulted variance
    of human-rainbowed blend, we run our race and cling
    in bright-eyed hope to that which speaks of mercied
    commonality - hearts and minds attuned to goodness.
    Taking moments, meant to treasure (greened for
    pleasure, blued for pain); breathing in, then out,
    again. Colored cues and hues to write
    the richness of humanity, while vanity pursues
    each soul to test the bonds we chase.



    DepressingPoem

    Breezy

    *My version of a "Colors" poem...thanks for the inspiration!

  • #2
    This is lovely! Beautiful pacing and rhyming

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    • #3
      Why thank you LG! How about you add a lunar version...I've observed some beautiful colors in and around a full moon rising?

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      • lunar glide
        lunar glide commented
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        I will try this weekend! Thank you 😊

    • #4
      Very nice! I enjoyed the read. Really like this lines

      "Within our vaulted variance
      of human-rainbowed blend, we run our race and cling
      in bright-eyed hope to that which speaks of mercied
      commonality - hearts and minds attuned to goodness."

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      • #5
        Thanks John. Appreciate the read and comment.

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