My Colours
When I search for blue
Which blue should I use
Is my blue a violet
Or is my blue a blue
When I need a sunset
Of orange and yellow hues
To describe a moment
Making words a view
Today my red is velvet
Yesterday a rose
On lips red is passion
And without words they propose
The sky has expressions
Shades of grays and blues
Sometimes it shows its rainbow
A splinder of its colorful use
Green gives birth to many colours
Innumerable flowers and fruit
They smell and taste delicious
With sented petals and flavorful roots
Colours tell us something
Words can never supply
Colours measure sweetness
And colours measure life
In the winter is snow
Made of purest white
In the midnight hour
Black is the darkest night
When we want attention
We make our colours bright
To mirror images in our minds
And gives the readers sight
Exotic and erotic names
Doesn't fit my fancy
But there are those that tightly hold
Strong colours in their fantasies
When red is mauve and purple fuchsia
And whites confused with peril
Seems like colours were once all men
But now some colours are girls
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