The taste of Color
and the sound of peace
I dream of the nights when the stars turn green,
I dream of the days the sky is purple.
I think of the times when you were mean,
And wonder if dreams ever speak in a circle.
In dreams, the colors shift and blend,
A tapestry of hues that will never mend.
The sky’s soft shades, the stars’ soft gleam,
Are where I find solace in the deep, dark dream.
So, as I ponder what once was,
And hope for peace amidst the buzz,
I let the colors soothe my mind,
Will there be new peace to find?
About the Creator
Titania the Dreamweaver
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I go by Titania the Dreamweaver!
As the name suggests, I weave Imagination and Dreams.
Welcome to my web! I hope you find yourself comfortably ensnared as you succumb to my visions of many other worlds beyond.
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Comments (4)
"The sky’s soft shades, the stars’ soft gleam," specially I liked this line. Thank you.
Lovely poem.
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Authors note; I don't know what this means... I know that sounds silly! But sometimes I write the words in my mind and they form little poetry rhymes. I am happy to share it though, maybe it will mean as much to you as it did to me.