she traced her finger around
the rim of the glass
the aroma of burgundy wine
filled her nostrils as she sipped
she looked at the clock
it was way past midnight and
he had yet to return home
she began to have thoughts
of some horrid tragedy
police officers knocking
at the front door
but then she remembered
the note she found earlier
and knew the true reason
for such late nights
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Words in Colors
PoetryThis collection of poetry is inspired by colors. Each poem will either be named after a color, or include a color somewhere in the piece.
