Ichor, that's what runs through
Our veins, ambrosia, what we are
Addicted to, youth, what we hope
To cherish rather than just preserve
Cherry blossoms, their color
I love to paint all over your cheeks
Asters, your favorite flower
That I wish would survive winter
Your eyes, the simple color of oak
And hot chocolate, nothing elaborate
Like the blues of the sea or
The greens of the perennial woods
Your laugh, light and cool
That makes all my worries
Fade away like our fogging
Breath in November
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Poetry"I want to be perfect. That's for the better, correct?" Ten rhymed poems, ten free-versed. All of which about the many colors of life. || Poetry collection May contain triggers. Read at your own risk. #1 in poetry (15/01/2022, 23/03/2022 & 29/04...
