Blue...
like the sky, like the sea, like fresh picked blueberries.
It sounds like the whoooooshing of the ocean
and smells like a field of violets or my Dad's cologne.
Blue feels soft like grass,
rough like construction paper,
hard like earth.
If blue could it would rap, it would be a trapeze performer in the
circus,
blue would bounce like a ball.
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Blue...
like my little sister's eyes,
like wild violets in a field,
like the sky sounds, like shhhhhhhhh,
like rippling water,
like the ocean in a sea shell.
Blue smells like fresh air, wet paint,
my Mom's perfume.
it tastes like a crayon, a candle,
Hershey's plain milk chocolate.
Blue would drive an old punch buggy, it would fly to Hawaii,
it would do my homework.
Blue...
by the 1st session |
Scared...
Black like a cat crossing your path,
like the dark, like a hat.
Red like a burning fire, a poisonous apple, like blood.
Clear like diamonds, like crystal, like air.
It happens when it thunders - boom , boom , boom
when you are in the hospital,
when you get lost in the dark all alone.
It sounds like a scream, the roar of a tiger,
he he he
and it feels bumpy like goose bumps,
slimy like gooze.
Scared...
by the 1st session |
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