Color
My ability to face reality is dark
Since the future is a blackout.
But the brightness of each day is Yellow
with the rays of the sunlight.
As nature stays green
I toil and sweat colorlessly
till the day I stay brown;
I shall be mourn with a white conscience
While I leave a life of gold.
My past shall be old in peoples
memories as a flashback
My ink shall flow blue until I stop
And my scores shall be thick
with a red ink but it doubts,
If I fail, let tears flow from
my eyes to this scripts,
so the blue ink can be changed to indigo
But with positive thoughts,
I pass to smile while sending my red tongue out
As season changes, so do leaves
change from green to orange
From rainfall, we enjoy colors as rainbow
Copyright © Amin Tres | Year Posted 2009
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