There are Colors

This was (is) poem #12 from the prompt, The Smell of New Possibilities, posted by 451 Press Poets….

My young daughter riding her Arabian horse.

Therefore,I dare toÂ hope,and I dare to dreamthat someday,yes someday… What do you dare to hope and dream…

Condemnation is often, we so easily tell ourselves comes from others. In loud voices they speak; their supposed…

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