When the last leaf has fallen,
and I am left on my own,
my sorrow will have no company.
You took the colors with you.
You took the colors with you,
my questions left alone in the air.
Bleached silence, no reply.
I gave away too much again,
White walls with no solutions,
an empty palette in my hands.
© Ali Grimshaw
After I posted the above poem printed in red. The Original Phoenix asked me this question, “How do you find the new colors?” What a wonderful question to consider. Today I dedicate this expanded poem to her for inspiring me to dig deeper and bring the rest to life. Although I still didn’t answer her question, I continue to ponder it. Thank you! Check out her blog, CONFESSIONS OF A REBORN GIRL. Never underestimate the power of offering feedback. We all need each other.
Bleached silence, no reply.
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Thank you Kirsten. I liked the line as well.
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Wow….i totally loved it!!!
Every dark and colorless night
Changes to beautiful colors of dawn
Barren trees and lonely leaves
Smile with hope when sun spring sun shines
Tears you shed and pain you feel
Biggest of wounds with time heal
Let the doors of your heart set open
Give love a chance and it will happen
– Preeta Sanjith
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Preeta, what a lovely poem you have written here as a reflection. Thank you so much. Have a beautiful day.
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☺️❤
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I love your page.
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Thank you Lisa. It makes me smile every time I get a comment from someone reading my words.
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