I wonder what the colour of unspoken words would be?
The thoughts tinted by the emotion,
Would it be amaranthine, like the blushing cheeks every time you saw your crush?
Or aquamarine, blending with the calmness of an otherwise turbulent sea,
An esoteric eburnean, like a blank canvas, waiting to be painted with lush green ideas..
Or a mysterious purple, the jumbled rumination of an oscillating mind,
A mikado tint, when the words feel like dancing daffodils in the meadow,
Or a deep scarlet, for all the anguished thoughts running amok,
But my favourite thought would be black and white, that lets me think without any filter,
Unadultared and ruthless like black,
Yet innocent and serene like white.
Wabi Sabi 