Gratitude comes in a spectrum of colors, but Ingratitude is always black.
When yellow lights struggle with blue shades in hairlike lines.
Do you know that I no longer see colors?”Jonas’s heart broke.
Brush strokes write poetry harmonized through the cords of an artist’s imagination.Color, contrast, simple compassion splattered across paper leaves tainted with the melody of the silent wind.Gasping, grasping, simply glancing at the souls of those...
I don’t even read the papers. I read ‘USA Today’ because it has color photos.
America is not a blanket woven from one thread, one color, one cloth.
Concrete is, essentially, the color of bad weather.
We must focus on people as people, regardless of race, creed, color or gender.