the scent of colOurs

red
colors gush through my head
my face flush in orange
i feel your hand
as you held mine
i see the ring
you slide to my finger

blue
small giggles carry me
by the wind,
my little boy
is growing
his twinkling eyes
reflects my own

yellow
the brightest of hue
i see you dancing
under the golden sun
our feet
play titter tatter with the leaves
on the ground
we dance and we run
to
the

Green
hills
as i hear the shore
touch
the sky.

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note: this is what my pen wrote in yesterday's writing exercise: "feeling" colors.

★ photo credit: taken by Julián Toledo

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