My Box of Crayons
As emotions unfold my color changes,
My palate blends from day to day.
From Mellow Yellow to Fiery Red,
The mood of living gives it play.
Mondays may be vibrant orange,
As inspiration sparks a thought.
By Friday blue in tone and voice.
Depending what the week has brought.
On rare occasions I am Grey,
With steely eyes the world I see.
Then Pink as hope again is born,
In a Rainbow world I'll always be.
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