The world is alive, screaming and whispering with color.
Color is subtle, averting appreciation.
Color is outright, a shout against the night.
Color is everywhere, within us, beside us,
separating what is and isn’t.
Oceans against skies, orange and pink, falling asleep,
bold reds and golds upon each autumn leaf.
By Alana, Grade 7, Crossroads Academy, Lyme, NH
Posted in response to the challenge Pablo Neruda.
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