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Emotions

A bit of Yellow.

A tang of Orange.

Finding the shades of Blue.

Enough Green.

Lot of Red.

Black all over.

Comments

Pallav said…
sweet, like poppins :)

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ANC said…
I shall put modesty aside and be pompous enough to believe that your shades of blue have something to do with me. Thank you for the honour :D
hmmmmmm guess ur lifes colorful.......mine totly is likee the poem........started with yellow, org n ends wid black......sigh btw blog updated
Aarish said…
why is the BLACK written in white??

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