The Colors of the Wind


How do you hear the colors of the wind?
You feel them with your eyes, their sound
You see them with your touch, their meaning
Colors briskly fly away, going untouched and unnoticed
Nights go by and they beg for you to hear them
They scream at you for you to notice their beauty
They drift off until you only have black and white
How do you hear the colors of the wind?
You feel them in your heart, their meaning
You imagine their mesmerizing sound
You hear them with your mind, their creativity
How do you hear the colors of the wind?

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I am sixteen years old and a sophomore in high school. I guess writing has always been something that lets me speak without actually talking. Music and writing are the two things I'm very passionate about. My dream is to pursue a career in English or fine arts. Opportunities like this do not come around often. This is just the beginning of what I am trying to accomplish in life. My poem gives me a nostalgic, aesthetic feeling and I hope it sends that feeling to you.