Some people all they see is orange & red
Some people they stare and that's all they get
Those that look further will always see and find more
They'll see the soft brush strokes and emotion drawn
There are flecks of yellow always trying to be be bright
The yellow disguises the hidden shades of night
A captivating blue for loved and held true
And there in my chest is where all the lines connect
There is green for growth and lessons learned
There are passion purple flowers open in bloom
Little buds of pink show a soft vulnerable side
There are intricate sketches of moments in my life
You can see with a glance or view with half heart
But please take your time if you wish to know every part
Those that get close may even find themselves added
It is an honour to make it on to my personal canvas
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A redhead writer trying to get my novel published. I enjoy writing YA Paranormal Romances and so far had a short story and article published. I maintain my blog and website at www.alisonaldridge.co.nr
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