Entry: hues Friday, January 06, 2017



Like the seasons Changing hues From white, immaculate white Waiting for it to be filled with greens, yellows, and pinks All seem rosy and gay When the greens turn to red Fiery red Burning the path we've walked on As it burns the ground, The red has turned to dust, the path has become a carpet of ashes A dreary picture of grays.

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