Color of Friendship
Color of Friendship
Give me a color true my friend.
One as genuine as life,
From a sunset or a dawn,
Just one of natural hue,
The rousing red of blood perhaps,
…and anger.
Or the glorious grape,
Of a grape,
Tethered in a vineyard sea.
The tenuous white of spring,
Will be just fine my friend.
Life’s first shade,
…and it’s last.
Paint me a white-gold moon,
Of silver, yellow, or gray.
Any real color will do my friend,
So long as it comes from you.
Copyright © James Rudd | Year Posted 2010
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