Red burned their skin,
Orange felt like a sin,
Yellow was the sun, yellow was light,
But all the green had died.
The light blue sky was invisible to them,
Indigo was everywhere.
The purple mist was kept as a secret by their doom;
All they knew was gloom.
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Time To Go: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAway we go, to a place we've never been to before. I am flying, and these poems are the feathers on my wings. And it's time to go on adventures. Highest Ranking: 104 in Poetry (Thank you Wattpad!)
