Bronze sounds like a penny that was dropped on the ground and neglected.
Bronze smells like the crust of a freshly baked pie.
Bronze looks like a sunset in autumn.
Bronze feels like a smooth rock in between my fingers.
Bronze tastes like a hot apple pie topped with brown sugar.
Bronze tastes like a warm marshmallow roasted over an open fire.
Bronze feels like the jewelry that hangs around my neck.
Bronze looks like dirty clock cogs that make hands move time.
Bronze smells like the fresh air on a cold autumn day.
Bronze sounds like the brown leaves that 'crunch' under my feet, telling me winter is almost here.
Bronze is the color that tells me the story of beauty. It's the color that makes me feel like I can be me.
