A green colour sits on white paper
like grass standing on a cotton cloud
without an extra softness stirring gently
cushions without a land of petals
without anything more blossoming
yet still in green
sitting silently on a piece of paper
soft cushions such a colourful place
seen so much in this world
standing still talking words to the clouds before me
a place of its own
a place of green
without more brighter colours blossoming
maybe they are waiting
waiting for those colours to blossom
waiting for the red , blues , yellows to sit to sing and smile
different colours somehow
different type of feelings
an extra brightness
more company and colours
maybe even friends
soft gentle friends
just like those petals which may stand and sing
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Author:
Yellow rose (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 18th, 2023 12:45
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Comments5
A beautiful colourful picture you do paint dear Rose. 💖
I love it!!!! 🤍💚
Thank you for taking me on a colorful journey! Lovely!
~Beth
The imagery is beautiful 😊Love this!
May that colour be forever in your life Violet.
Andy
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