Colours
Shout me the coloursI feel,
white heat,
red,
not blood or ruby
that prostitutes
it's intensity,
just rose
and rise
to
cradle me in green
surfacing in blues hues,
no submerging, swirling
or paling into grey.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2012-04-25 at 19:19




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