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Colours

Let’s start with Green
The leaf’s healthy sheen
The very lush tinge
Of the melody
Silent forests sing

The colour of tree
Of shrub
Of leaf of tea
Dress in green
A colour of envy

Fresh mown grass
Scent of paper
The colour of currency
Green is revered
Just so by paupers

Let’s move on to Orange
Bursting on the range
Its glowing wonders
Indeed are strange

The shivering cold
Cannot penetrate
A shimmering hope
When this color revolts

How about the opposite in gender
I leave you a clue
A tissue left not remembered
Becomes your daily flu

Yes it’s Blue
The colour true
Deeper, darker
Simply drowns you

The soul of sea
The seep of ice
The song of sorrows
The diamond of dice

You can’t deny
It gives you this feeling
Cold, quiet
Of a sad heart swinging

So close your eyes
And start thinking
Name the heartfelt
Tune she was singing

Let’s brighten things up a bit
How about yellow?
The colour of post it’s
And songs so mellow

Dawning of the day
A rapt woken mind
Closing of the night
Of the twilight just behind

The playful dances of fire
The scheming soul of fox
The playful feisty creatures
The autumn of leaves, not?

The faltering of wish
And the silent fall of twilight
Streaked through with warm
Orange and bloom

Close to orange
We have got
Yes you guessed it
The colour of hot

Flooding falls of roses
Hot steady flows
An unending river
(Perhaps, from your nose?)

An unbreakable sore
Of passion raw
Yes it’s anger’s
Colour you saw

The heat of a Red
Burns you hollow
It’s even harder
To feel that sorrow

This colour stands
Against the shivery blow
Of winter cold
And its windy throws

The buttered-up fool;
The honeyed listens
The synchronized flattery
The purposes lemon

The light bulb of inspiration
Or youthful exuberance
And sometimes yet of cowardice
To the yellow, jaundiced eye