I always like to ask people how they would describe a colour to a blind person.
“Green is touching the grass and facing the wind as it messes with your carefully done hair and laughing out loud.”
“Yellow is smiling so much your cheeks start hurting. Kissing a daffodil.”
“Crimson is being in love, being passionate, being intense.”
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calm- poem
what would we be in another world? would we be the same? would we shy away from chasing dreams? would we be chaos? would we smile?