Colors Poem by Benjamin Phoenix

Colors



I am me
I am a fresh croissant
I do not have edges
I am a roasted cashew
I am on fire

I am like blue raspberry ice cream
I am not that plain
I am like a tree
Hidden beneath my leaves
I am like the sun, very bright

Monday, June 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: colors
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