Inverse
The blue
it's not heaven
for those who are hungry...
The yellow one,
it's not gold when
the all is black...
The green,
it's not so green,
for those who live
in darkness...
the red,
not so much blood,
for those who live
bloodless...
The White,
does not hold peace
for those who lose
the color...
The black,
becomes stubborn
for those who live
in sin...
Poetry has no color,
for those who don't
feel her...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2022
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