I used to dream of white dresses
walking down an aisle of rose petals
to meet the man of my dreams
at the end of that long journey
but in time those white dresses
became torn and faded with grime
no longer the purity of my youth
those dresses no longer hold such sway
- Photo courtesy of https://www.pexels.com/photo/beautiful-bridal-design-dress-291759/
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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.
