color poems

Satisfaction is lavender.
It smells like a fresh ripe orange when first peeled.
It feels like a big bear hug from a 'little baby' leaving for college.
It sounds like the gentle mist rising from a pounding waterfall.
It tastes like cool, luscious strawberries on a scorching summer afternoon.
It looks like a glorious sunset with filled with harmonious accents of the rainbow.
Satisfaction soars with the birds.

Petrified is lily white.
It feels like hot, thick, humid air closing in on you.
It tastes like a 7-11 Slurpee chugged down too rapidly.
It looks like the genocide of the Jews happening once again.
It smells like the smoke of a bonfire acting like the angel of death.
It sounds like the eerie silence of a burial ground in the still of a stagnant evening.
Petrified endures, whether we like it or not, among all life forms.

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