Silver is the sky
Green are the leaves
Shining are the waves
Tiny wings of the morning bird
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this poem is so simple with a surprising end, that asks the most valuable question of life.. what a thought!
Very poignant and pointed question, we can only guess at the color of our souls for we have never seen them before. Yet, my answer would be they are bluened spirits of God within our beings. That is the feeling that comes to me when asking this question. Thought provoking and stirring of imagination together, gives this answer. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Love is ever transparent and open! Nice question is asked at the end of the poem!
I guess - blue! but the color of Love - is a saint Spirit white, I suppose. very touching poem!
The colours of love is with kindness and humility. With righteous morals. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.