Colour

26 May 2019

Absinthe Friend
Green is trees, is grass, is soothing,
leaves and blades, gently moving, 
air so fresh, water so clear, 
green is calming, hope not fear. 

Red is danger, is fire, is flaming
hot and hateful, violent blazing, 
smoke  so thick, dark, unclear
red is anger, bringing fear.

White is pure, is true, is cleansing
calm and easy, healing, mending 
eyes  wide open, seeing clear
white, dispelling all our fear.

Black is sorrow, is pain, is crying
cold and desolate, dead and dying
sadness so great, the burning tear,
black is loss, the ultimate fear.

Colour, colours all our lives,
makes us stupid, makes us wise,
stereotypical views we fix,
if we just give the colours a mix.

(Mark Taylor May 2019)

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