Colour Me
My thoughts take on a different colour
Depending on the words or who is speaking
A child can come across as pink and fluffy
Other times crazy, like a kaleidoscope
Full of wonders, possibilities
Speak too fast and the colours spar
Like a fuse about to blow
Angry voices bring dark storm clouds
Across windswept seas, lightning flashing
Lovers whispering on a park bench
In purple twists of blue swirling patterns
Joined in harmony, floating like smoke on the wind
When they kiss, I see a river of lights?
A festival of love
Bird song, a touch of stardust laced with moon beams
I care not that people think me a loon
This is how I see my world…
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