Black like dice,
Being thrown all about,
Hoping one day,
Luck will strike.
White like a cloud,
A silver lining,
Full of hope,
For what life has in store.
Yellow like a sunflower,
Wild and free,
But held captive,
To be the same.
Blue like ice,
Known to be cold,
Piercing people’s souls,
As they stare.
Pink like a blossom,
Waiting to bloom,
To be more me,
And less common.
Red like fire,
Restless and untamed,
Destroying all in sight,
But keeping what’s dear close.


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