Life. It is love. It is celebration. It is the sound
of the drum echoing in the evening.
The decadent flow of a dancer hopping to the beat of her own story
the stitches to her soul.
Color is fruits, vegetables in your countertop,
the fish, the meat in your plate, the cocktail at the bar.
Color is liquified, blend. It sparkles.
It is juicy.
It is the trampoline, the tambourine on the hotel balcony
the blood in your vein
the color of your hair, your eyes,
the sugar in your pie.
Color is your heart, your emotions, your feeling
threatened by the colorless water,
©️ Angela Aguiar
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