Colors were, perhaps,
the first love of my life,
I remember, as a child,
sometimes I would spend hours,
painting, meticulously using
my crayons or watercolors
to give vent to my imagination,
The vibrant pinks, yellows and reds,
all seemed like friends that held
a special place in my heart,
As I grew older though,
They were slowly replaced by
the pens, books and folders on my desk,
Their essence, however,
stayed somewhere inside of me,
A hint of yellow for warmth and happiness,
Some white for innocence and goodness,
A dash of red for love and passion,
Plenty of pink for femininity and sweetness,
And some black for my inner darkness,
Colors that merge and show uniquely,
to create many different
shades of me.— % &
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