The Colors We Carry
Gold is the warmth of a hand in yours,
the quiet glow of morning light on your skin.
Blue is the deep breath before a dream,
the way the sky holds you when you need space to be.
Green is laughter tangled in the grass,
the feeling of running with nowhere to be but here.
Red is the fire in your chest when you love,
when you fight, when you refuse to fade.
Silver is the hush of midnight thoughts,
the shimmer of hope even in the dark.
And you—
you are every color at once,
wild, soft, radiant,
a masterpiece in motion.
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