The Fruit of Your Passion

A wild blueberry imagination.

Colourful & robust creations.

The sounds & colours

are just vibrations.

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What colours are your thoughts?

What colours are they not?

The colours you think, are fickle.

Like blue bananas & pink pickles.

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It’s tragic when Alice

Sees cats in the trees.

Between fall & spring,

the chameleon is leaves.

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Like moods of flashing lights.

I commend your bravery.

My orange raspberry type.

Because I like your spontaneity.

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The fruit of your passion is bright.

Like magic, it colours the fabric of life.

Yellow diamonds are flashing at night.

I look to the sky; just so happens I have to look twice.

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Baby blue bubbles

floating my favourites.

Like rain colour coding

& glowing mosaics.

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Don’t you back down.

Behind every black cloud,

rainbow & yellow

gold sun rays are waiting.

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I’m thinking of colours

while laying in bed.

Not dreaming I’m thinking

of colours instead.

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I’m thinking of being

the colour of numbers.

Now dreaming of seeing

the number of colours.

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I stream through prisms of

consciousness and visuals.

Like dreams that beam

the colours through crystals.

Cristiano