By Muflikhah Ulya
Blue feels like quiet after rain,
A soft goodbye without much pain,
Just enough to make you sigh.
Yellow wakes you with a laugh,
Like warm tea in your favorite cup,
A reason to try, not to cry.
Gray sits still by the window,
Not sad, just slow and shadowed,
Waiting for something to pass.
Red burns fast, speaks too loud,
Fights, forgives, then hides in clouds
The kind of love that doesn’t last.
Pink writes notes on birthday cards,
Ties small hopes in ribboned hearts,
Soft, but braver than she seems.
