Colour.
That simple 'u'.
It changes the shape, the flavor.
No longer an adjective.
An exemplifier, imaginative.
It bounces, exotic, from my tongue.
It craves to curl seductively on yours.
Who would have thought that
Such a tiny letter, 'u',
A small curve of pen,
Could change the entire
Mood of a word.
Colour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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