Colour My World

Colour or color or even kaler

It doesn’t really matter.

We see what we want to see.

The sound of blue makes me sad

The sight of red makes you mad.

Feel the heat coming off of pink

So intense you can barely think.

Break apart and fall deep into the black

Once you feel the world’s true colours

There is no way back.

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dougheal

Electric cosmic lounge lizard of the wheeling variety. Lover of fine food, beautiful people, creative thinkers and fantastic voyages. Multi-media artist and writer.

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