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 Aug 2018 Rita B
helloitsyellow
i paint my nails yellow
because yellow is beautiful
and yellow makes me happy
and nothing bad can happen when the sun sets and gold streams through the windows in my house
i paint my nails yellow
because it's a reminder to smile
a reminder that there is good in this worls
so
i paint my nails yellow
 Aug 2018 Rita B
Roberta Day
Colors
 Aug 2018 Rita B
Roberta Day
Orange captures
Green soothes
Blue mellows
Red moves

Yellow calms
White blinds
Brown warms
Black binds
 Aug 2018 Rita B
Ailene Lee
Denial
 Aug 2018 Rita B
Ailene Lee
how do you do that?
break and mend me all the same.
make me cry and laugh at the same time.
I should’ve known this was a double-edged sword since the beginning, I should’ve been able to tell how much this could ruin me and move me all the same.
before all of this, warning signs were merely a disguise of false alarms. I should’ve run when I had the chance. I shouldn’t have knotted any of my strings with yours, for they are now such a struggle to pull apart.
I should’ve, I should’ve.
what am I still doing in your arms, if I should’ve?
 Aug 2018 Rita B
Louie Joe
Drums beating echoed above
Feet are shuffling out of love
Prayers sent with utmost praise
Send us water Lord make haste
The heavens pour genrously
Tears upon the barren trees
Alms for the forsaken wild
Come forth, Oh! A newborn child
Smiling faces, thirst endure
Promised gift of mother nature

Sunshine is covered with gloom
Clouds dominate the horizon
Leaves all dance ecstatically
Against the gentle monsoon
The thirsting earth be nourished
With a downpour of blessings
The land embraced them-
Glistening crystal rainfall
Life rejoiced, rejuvinated
The reign of drought has ended

Weaving river out of dust
Waking greens along its path
Lovely to witness all these things
The darkened soil, puddling
Children being kids outdoors
Playful with the drizzling trees
Workers ready arm your steeds
Farmers gather sow your seeds
Cheerful spirits invigorating
These are precious times indeed

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