I threw myself into the winds to see
the colors that they’ve borrowed,
then realized there’d nothing be
if you were naught, but agony and sorrow.
These colors I so routinely see
on trees both young and old;
but never they’d so vibrant be
until I have you in my arms to hold.
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Branden Navedo
I've mostly written poetry all my life which carries into my other writing. I also love wandering, so if you tell me to get lost I'll gladly oblige. In other words, yes, I respond well to criticisms. Click here for my author website!
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Beautiful poem! 🌿✨