The Colour of Clouds
I walk on blue and smell of white
Dressed by the setting sun
I run into orange melting
into marigolds a blooming interlude
I float on speeds depending on my mood
Purple and pink is a melody I sing
Orchids in skies will make you think
I speak of colours and whisper
The flavour of the day
Candyfloss or bubblegum, I do have a say
I dance in the dark around a silver ball
She calls out to me timid and small
I cover her face with a veil
As she practices before a curtain call
I turn grey when I’m sad but it not too bad
It makes me just lighter as I open up
and wash away your sorrows
As I cool the earth down and fill her tomorrow’s!
24.4.22
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