In tears that blur the page
From lust’s white heat
Then betrayal’s red fury
Now the broken-hearted blues
Of too much and not enough
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Real Toads – The Tuesday Platform
Optional Extra Teensy-Tiny Challenge:
Write a 5-line poem containing three colors.
I’m longing for the feel of spring;
The walls are closing on this room.
The fresh snowfall does not joy bring;
I want flowers in blush of bloom.
Oh, morning bluebird please come sing,
and chase away the winter gloom.
I’m longing for the feel of spring;
The walls are closing on this room.
As the phoenix’s prayer doth cling,
Of rising from the ashes womb;
I long to escape from this tomb.
Oh, just a glimpse one green thing!
I’m longing for the feel of spring.
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