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Colors of Us

By Natalie Mix

Color of the fresh buttercup
under a pale chin, 
the loyalty of dear friends, 
of amber patches of sun and  
fresh cookies baked,  
gleaming warmth from the sun.
It is the color of his straw hair
the color of chrysanthemums 
paired with goldenrod. 
It is also a color that fades quick and  
lasts short periods before transforming  
leaving on the destructive wind.
 
Color of serene stormy eyes,  
clear unshaken skies,  
crystal clear serene waters, 
wintry clear days,  
tranquil fresh lakes
color of her dazzling inquisitive eyes 
holder of so many different hues
soothing as a mother’s hug or  
cold as the loss of a bond, 
soothing as a creek flowing or  
fearsome as a raging flood,  
and can save a life or steal it away.
 
Color of fresh spring days,  
the symbol of eternal rebirth 
of his jewel jade eyes  
of the reborn forest out the window, 
feeling of cool refreshment  
the wandering wind offers you  
It is cheerfully relaxing but can also grow  
to be a defiant monster at your door.
 
Color of smoldering frail embers,  
breathtaking warmth.  
the enchanting clouds at dusk 
blooming blushing flowers,  
hot happy days,  
mosaic perfect fall nights,  
crunchy brittle leaves,  
fresh tender berries. 
The color of her fiery hair and  
holder of many unsent letters. 
The feeling of harmless love 
and the very color rushing within all of us.
Of a carefully kept flame on a fragrant candle  
that alone will grow untamed.
 
Color the oppressive darkness,  
giving space for the envious monsters to grow 
the leaves leaving on the frigid wintery wind,
of grieving the rainbow,  
the helpless distance of two lovers 
of the lines that decorate the scared pale arms. 
It is the color of standing alone on the darkest nights.  
It is also the color of death,  
and it taints all other colors. 
It swallows the love and  
replaces it with feverish foolish doubts. 
It is the condemning of us,  
of the end of the colors of us.


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