Colorful Adventure
Waxed Crayola of the color blue is my tendency.
This is sometimes the same as my eyes.
This color falls in line with my ancestors’ ascendancy.
Not pertaining to the color in sadness and sighs,
But of the cheerfulness, I strive to deliver every way.
Suffering and daily worries are my enemy that cries.
I think of the color blue, it brings me joy I say.
Not the darkened desperate shades of its hue,
But the lightest shades, as in summer skies each day.
I try to look each day in a forward beautiful view.
While taking many others along for the ride,
Don’t get me wrong I have sorrowful days too.
Although I carry on taking the good and bad in stride,
The color of my crayon that I use is azure.
I will continue in life where happiness shall coincide.
In a box of 64 pastels, I predict a colorful adventure.
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