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Jan 2014
Roses are black
Violets are black
Even though I can't see
I can still dream

Red
A gentle kiss
The music that makes memories last
Fluttering of butterflies in your stomach
When they are around
Such a loving and peaceful feeling
But painful
Of the stickiness that drips out when you are hurt
The reason why millions of wars
are fought today
bloodshed
The flames of burning passion
Flames of war
And love
For what you
Stand


Blue
A salty taste
Of vast waters
Drip by drop
it washes away your fears
But it comes as tears
Clearing away of pain
The water
Reflections of the sky
As the clouds
Swims in the ocean called freedom
Such peace
Such remorse
Such a calming voice


Green
The breeze of Mother Nature
Giving homes to the weak
And lost
Leading the way to the right path.
Even though we forget her gentleness
She stands strong giving life
To little or big things,
To our future

Yellow
A light of hope
Which stands at the end of the tunnel
Giving peace to move on.
Such a loudness but happiness
You receive from such a thing.
Warmth of star that shines up above
granting us the light for the dark
To see our path
We have taken.

Ohh I wish I can see
But I can still dream of such beauty
Xenna
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Xenna
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