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Nov 10
poem, fiction 4 comments
Inkpaw

happy

bright 
violent orange  
my sweater 
on your shoulders 

soft gentle hues 
painted on the tiny 
summer flowers 

warm winter jackets 
cheeks rosy red
breath that makes us look like dragons
in the cold winter air 

flowing greens fields 
pebbles beneath our feet
hands clasped together 
running wild and free
happy as can be
you and me. 

(this poem started when I asked my cousin for a single word, and he said orange) 
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Posted: 11.10.19
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  1. LadyMidnight
    Nov 10, 2019

    i read this in my head to the tune of My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music. :) Great job on this. Made me think of happy memories <3

    "There is nothing to writing. All you have to do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemmingway

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  1. Inkpaw
    Nov 10, 2019

    I'm so glad you liked it!

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  1. NiñaEstrella
    Nov 11, 2019

    I love this. The last lines are my favorite "hands clasped together, running wild and free, happy as can be, you and me." It's wonderful and made me smile.

    “If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.”
    ― Oscar Wilde

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  1. Inkpaw
    Nov 11, 2019

    thank you, that's my favorite part too. :) glad you enjoyed it.

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