Short Story

There once was a short story here, but since nobody reads it and the story has gone onto other things, I don't feel bad taking it off.

color

Update from many years later: I have no idea what color I had in mind, and can't remember, and I would take the poem off except for pure attachment to past.

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Mr. Dye had the idea to represent a color in five lines with out using an object with that color. Do any of you guys know what color this is? Since this is my own perception of that color, it may not make sense to anyone else, or it might represent another color. What do you think?

I harbor hidden thoughts of profound purity,
Veiling them from all lest by
desired insight have come to know me,
and with that hidden delicacy
I bring comfort to that idle day