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Colors

At first, Yellow shines
Golden and bright 
Everywhere.

Then, Purple emerges 
Hopelessly conceited,
Arrogant.

Later, boring Orange,
Feeling stressed, overwhelmed,
Faking bravery.

Pink?
Since White's gone in a trance.
We admire Pink, first in the spring.

As for Green, 
unnecessary for happiness.

Speaking of Brown? 
Don't be ridiculous. Another tedious chore.

How about Black? 
Secrets  simply can't protect us from being harmed.

Do you ever try to fall in love with Red?
Nope, thanks.

Well, what about Blue?
Sleep well and sweet dreams.

And Silver? Can we call it a color?
Like a meteorite, sharp and edgy.

Gray seems serene, 
bereft of vitality, in a desolate mood.

Is there a color that never fades?
There seems to be none.

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A poem on the subject of color
fresh, snappy and bright
makes for an entry like no other
I hope you continue to write!       (from Spot53)