Opposite Colors Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Opposite Colors



Heaven spewing gray and white clouds all across the sky,
sliding against my mind as I write.

Watching them make their way to each other and criss-
crossing pathways, touching and patting each other on
the back.

A wonderful deluge of opposite colors, traveling together
and getting along to fulfill their purpose in this poem.

Thursday, January 15, 2015
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