She wants to feel them,
All of them.
Blue when she's sad,
Red when she's mad.
Silver on cloud nine,
White when she's fine.
Pink when she's hot,
Gray when she's not.
Purple- majestic,
Orange- eclectic.
Rust from her scorn,
Black as she mourns.
Ivory for peace,
Teal- release.
Brown for the sow,
Green just to grow.
Yellow for sunshine,
Tan in the meantime.
All of them good.
She feels,
As she should.

Genevieve Wolfrum
May, 2010
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