The Color of My Life
Twilight sky or morn sunrise,
warm as the blush upon my skin.
Oaken leaves, on Autumn's breeze,
fires flame is tinged within.
From the thorn, a single drop,
falls upon the love Rose.
Anger when not contained,
this is the color that I chose.
My color, Red.
by Paula Swanson
For the contest, Color my world
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Placement: 2nd
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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