Technicolor

by Sean Allen   Jul 5, 2004


My heart still warms
When I think of long ago.
When the sky was of silver
And the dawn of gold.

The days of undying joy
As we flew so very high.
Always stepping towards danger,
We could never die.

Nothing was black and white,
More like a scarlet hue,
A violent color of red
Mixed with a navy blue.

I know that in my heart,
memories this true
can never die, and neither
can my love for you.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Rebekah

    This poem is real nice, you truly are an amazing writer, thanks for sharing your work with us and look forward to your next poem take care x x x

  • 20 years ago

    by Aken Sol

    I think your flow is fine. A suggestion though... mabe you should add more colors of your feelings for this girl?
    Aken Sol

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