More than two colors
Coursing through our veins
We feel happiness and joy
Sadness and pain
I am...
Red hot passion
Every time you are near
My blood boils
with excitement, trepidation, with fear
We are...
Orange fervent hunger
Dying of starvation
Your love is my provision
Oh mine sweet salvation!!
You are...
Yellow soothing sunshine
Caressing my skin
My soul immersed
Your touch a golden glowing sin
I am...
Green crackling envy
Monstrous fracturing health
Jealous of all before me
Who can be true to themselves
We are...
Blue undulating oceans
Emotions continuously swayed
One second from being swallowed
Wallowing in the waves
You are...
Purple pulsating pride;
While I am forced to wear a mask
Your emit audacious violet aura
In which I wish to bask
I am more than a few colors
Not just derma and bones
Part of a rainbow coalition
A prism of light and of hope
Maybe one day
I can reflect every color inside
But for now I shall wait
Till this storm subsides
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The Blue Ridge Stalker
Tom had left the Ford down the way, its spark plugs finally exhausted and no mechanics for a dozen miles back through the foothills to Strossburg. No matter, he had worn his boots—almost as if he planned for this to happen. The puzzle he sought to solve emanated from the woods clinging to the slopes above; the valley behind held no mysteries.
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