The sun peeks its face, takes a look at this new day,
Appears over the ocean, across the sky, bright, so bright.
Yellow and orange way up high, colors in the sky,
Warmth shines from it down, down below.
A shade of blue high above, white clouds are a mix,
Colors of a new day, colors of beauty in every way.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Very nicely done!
Your words depict an ideal landscape…
Like a clumsy painter, collecting back those spilled paint-colours! 🙂
Thanks for reading
On Sat, Mar 22, 2014 at 11:04 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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You’re welcome, dude 😀
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Sounds pretty from what I remember of colors when I could still see them when I was little! Have been color blind since junior high school.
Jeanette Hall
I’m so sorry about that, thank you always
On Thu, May 14, 2015 at 9:27 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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