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Poetry
The Color Wheel
Life’s been a rainbow ride
First I was yellow, fluffy, and shy
Recently hatched, preparing to fly
Then I was green, just barely a twig,
Yet quickly shot up, began to grow big.
Next, I was brown as the summer grew long,
Then I went blue and I sang a sad song,
Life was a valentine, red as a rose,
Blooming heart beating for him that I chose.
I became orange when baby made three,
Juicy and sweet, straight from the tree,
Queen of my castle the purple robe fit,
Triumphs and tragedies along with it.
My colors have multiplied, so many shades,
Patterns and pictures, symbols and grades,
Peacock and umber, emerald, sea green,
Magenta and mango and deep aubergine.
No longer one color, I’m now a white light,
But when I expire, I’ll be black as night,
The absence of color, the absence of me,
Now color defines me, but then I’ll be free.
