Do colors tell stories too? I would say yes. Have you seen a field of ripe wheat or a bunch of yellow mangoes? The golden heads of wheat tell stories of a potential harvest. The murky water rushing down the hills conveys tales of pollution. From my personal experience, a dusty stream suggests that a… Continue reading Colors and Tales
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If you let me paint
So if you let me paint the world, I would imagine the sunrise over wheat fields And fast approaching evening when birds fly home
Amuse: Three Things
Three things still baffles me A crab, walking like an undecided drunk, a tip to the left And then like a call back to his senses, a step to his right A herd of goats and sheep, giving a familiar stare, One might think they knew him from somewhere An ant, very wise to store… Continue reading Amuse: Three Things
Green
Green is the color of life,Of dew descent upon tree leavesAnd branches,Of forests blessed with floral thingsAnd many beings that fly on wingsAnd plumages
Colors, the First part
Colors are very beautiful They tell a lot about all; And a little about this and that The ocean, the sun The mice that live across The busy street roads Or the golden corn field And the wild, the deserts And the ice of Antarctica Colors describe our feelings Red with rage The royal purple…… Continue reading Colors, the First part
Color called dirt
There’s no color called dirt but that of the earth It is the hue that gives life yet it drags on the floor It gives a humid stench when it cakes up on water And tastes man’s grief when we lose a loved one
Colors
Colors are very beautiful They tell a lot about all; And a little about this and that The ocean, the sun The mice that live across The busy street roads Or the golden corn field And the wild, the deserts And the ice of Antarctica Colors describe our feelings Red with rage The royal purple…… Continue reading Colors
The Rainbow, 1st
1 The rainbow is my favorite color Her beauty radiates upon the cloud Dressed like a man wearing a talisman Savoring the scent of the sweet airs, A mirage because the rain won’t fall after all 2 There sits the rainbow across the firmaments Watching quietly, observing the rules of the airs Belittling the heights of… Continue reading The Rainbow, 1st