Colour is what we see, To me colour is free.
Red ahead of the Bull, Charging toward the fool.
Colour can be calm, Tattoo's on my arm, Flowers on a farm, A yarn to confirm colour means no harm.
Water colour in Cronulla, Art classes with the Masters.
Blessed to posses the eyes to witness a Sunrise.
Bright Orange off the Sun, Obtaining knowledge on the run.
Poetry becoming a Feature wall, point of call for emotions and more.
Green is my favourite, leaves on a tree, a rainforest full, we must save it, you and me.
Blue Chakra to speak my Truth, mixed cluster, peak Rasta in the poetry Booth.
Purple turtle, wonders near the myrtle, lemon scent, yellow print, a stint for those to ponder in their circle.
Story concluded, Colour included, in the window, skim and Go!
LOVE RASTA
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