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What is the color of your pain?
White! The little girl said.
She, of twilight hues, that hid her ageold blues.
Green! The little lad said.
He of rustic green fingers, who in concrete lands, lingers.
Red! The able doctor said.
She, who couldn’t stem the flood of the laboured mother’s blood.
Yellow! The decked up bride said.
She, whose childhood home was sold for a little more of gold.
Blue! The weary father said.
He, who stood stranded, scanning skies for a shuttle that never landed.
Poignant! So much you expressed in so little words. 👌👌
Simply Wow. Everyone’s pain is different, the thought is beautifully conveyed.