I am not a terribly consistent blogger.
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Blue is the sky
Green is the leaf
Red is an apple
White is a wide emptiness,
Filling all our hearts.
The sky can be black
The sea can be green
Orange is the fruit we eat
Purple a beautiful violet,
Yellow the brilliant sun
An orange can be green
Beautiful flowers
A psychedelic red
The sun roars a blinding magenta
Purple dyes the grass
Our blood is red
Our heart an azure blue
Pumping blood of glowing yellow
Our bones a mysterious purple
Our skin a serene green
Our eyes a subtle orange
We are the pot of gold, found
At the bottom of the rainbow
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An unconventional poem I attempted - to advocate non-conformism (I hope it can be seen!)
Wonderful poem, but I couldn't make out its meaning before the last line of your post.
ReplyDeleteNevertheless, this poem is one simple poem that fulfill its purpose. (Well, not really, for me.)