Pink, like the tender petals of a tulip on a spring day. Black, like the deepest part of the universe, where gravity allows nothing to escape. Purple, like the royal robe a queen wears upon her throne. Silver, like the lining of the clouds I walk on, when I am with you. Gold, like the endless fields of wheat that will become the bread of life. Put all the colors together and I will give you, Gray, like storming weather with thunder roaring and lightning striking at will. Are you a poet?Send a poem to us and have your poetry showcased on this site.Click here to submit your poem. All poems will be reviewed. All authors will receive full credits. |