Sadness is Blue
It Smells like car fumes filling the fresh air.
It tastes like Salt and water.
It sounds like sirens filling the night.
It feels like falling on the gravel when you're young.
It looks like rain pouring down.
Sadness is being lost and not able to find your way home.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| the "perfect image" | 2 | 03/06/2010 |
| Lost | 0 | 03/06/2010 |
| Love is Red | 0 | 03/06/2010 |
| Sadness is Blue | 0 | 03/06/2010 |
| Mask | 1 | 03/06/2010 |
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