Rose, in red,
I find my sway.
The sea, in blue,
So deep,
A love, I will keep
Sun, in gold,
I find my ray,
The sky, in cyan hue,
So soft,
A love, I long to tell.
Lips, in pink,
I sing my joy,
My hair, in gray,
So kind,
A true love, sets me free
Writing gives me solace and delight, I write in finding the evovling self.
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