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.”
Tag Archives: writing
my words- a poem
when i was four, i carefully wrote my name in the sand.
my dad held my hand and helped me trace it in two other languages
and i watched the sea gently caressing the shore, but never reaching my name
my name was protected from the rolling waves and the salty foam-
she was resilient.
Running Out Of Ink- poem
What does an author write about once all the flowers have been described? Intricately, touching upon every detail From its attracting nature to the way it tilts to the breeze to the way its petals bleed hues so bright they hurt the eye. Once the author has criticised the way people drive cars and don’t …
A Want
This is a story about a girl called Ivy who lives on an island. She lives on a hill overlooking a wide range of mountains. And on the other side of the island is the sea. She is the master of her own life and lives with her parents. She wants to try everything and …
Milomi's world 