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"Colors"

Colorful as they are, i am inspired to have my first ever post about what i think about "Colors"... :)


Whenever I say the word, relaxing
Whenever I imagine the variation, refreshing
Whenever I smell the scent, mesmerizing
Whenever I touch it, nostalgic

Some say people have different aura
Like shades that illuminate from the whole human body
And that they shade like colors
Different, unique, special

I wonder what’s mine
Is it as fresh as blue,
Serene as green,
Lovely as pink? hmmm...

If people are represented in different colors, can you imagine the art unity can create?
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