Words and Colours
writing is neat
no paint at the bottom
of your pants no splash
of blue on the shoes
it is easy
a pen and piece of paper
you are constrained by the
words hence careful no hurry
shackled by rules of language
we are sort of organised
in art on the go
it is absolute anarchy
delving into the soul of colours
like a lunatic
beyond time and space wandering
colours are absolute bliss
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