An enlarged framed photograph (of me) hung on the back wall of our king size bed in our old bedroom, when my husband was alive. I look out of it holding in my hands white flowers of Motia. It was taken by our son, who was camera phobic in those days.
It was Eid day. I was expecting more guests in the evening. I had come out to gather the white flowers to make the rooms smell nice, when my son snapped a photo. It was a lovely shot — catching the brilliant green of the grass, and trees, the violet pink shade of my dress, the orange, and yellow streaks of the setting sun in the blue sky; the riot of colors of the sweet peas behind my back, and the red geraniums which bloomed in the flower pots.
The photo lies in the attic now, as are the other photos; except for a framed photo of my husband in uniform which is in the hallway. The colors have gone away.
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Roy G. Biv
Write about anything you’d like, but make sure that all seven colors of the rainbow — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet — make an appearance in the post, either through word or image.
Flowers and Breezes 
Your post is both beautiful and touching!
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Thank you. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
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I agree with your post. I think that readers are engaged by colorful writing, however searching for those right words is often difficult. Vague descriptions and a lack of details will definitely turn off readers, just as overused words and a poor vocabulary will.
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It’s often now I get stumped on what to write.
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