
It is all of you that makes me, me.
Your unique shade of red
Fragmenting in ever so
Exquisite hues.
I drink it up and offer you mine.
We expand together.
When I collide with others,
We cause a mingling of tones
Agreeable or horrid,
always an immediate reaction,
endless perpetual movement.
There are colours that can fill you up
make you who you want to be,
push you forward,
Beware of those that are not welcome,
Those that darken and dim.
Can you see how magnificent it is?
How you are made up
Out of so much.
All the fractures, of a life well lived
moving through time and space.
Can you see all the shades that exist inside me?
A multitude of colours
Never replicated.
A heart I have touched or one that has touched mine
A scar I have been given, a dent.
I treasure them all and value them.
I treat them with care,
For these
colours
are what make me.




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