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She was born into a red dress Because the day was passion and strain Her father kissed her while Her mother bore the pain She had a white blanket Because she was calm And she hugged it so Tranquil and amazed at what she saw. Her school uniform was grey Because she missed her mother And people talked to her On the playground. She graduated in a black gown Because she was scared of what was coming And was lost in the night School had not taught her how to expect. She met him in a blue dress Because her feelings were between Some loathing and comfort And she managed to smile. They married in yellow Because the sun could not stay smug And the moon was her companion Like him that night. She gave birth in a red dress Because the day was full of passion And she bore the pain While her husband kissed her new one. And she gave her a white blanket And she saw her away in a grey uniform And she watched her graduate in a black gown She saw her marry in yellow. And she died in white Because she was calm Because her old one was there Because she had done well.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
Facing the Colour
She was born into a red dress Because the day was passion and strain Her father kissed her while Her mother bore the pain She had a white blanket Because she was calm And she hugged it so Tranquil and amazed at what she saw. Her school uniform was grey Because she missed her mother And people talked to her On the playground. She graduated in a black gown Because she was scared of what was coming And was lost in the night School had not taught her how to expect. She met him in a blue dress Because her feelings were between Some loathing and comfort And she managed to smile. They married in yellow Because the sun could not stay smug And the moon was her companion Like him that night. She gave birth in a red dress Because the day was full of passion And she bore the pain While her husband kissed her new one. And she gave her a white blanket And she saw her away in a grey uniform And she watched her graduate in a black gown She saw her marry in yellow. And she died in white Because she was calm Because her old one was there Because she had done well.
Another journey through colour. I don't usually do theme poems like this, but I like the topic.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
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