Colours manifest not just their hues
Be narrating signs of detached blues,
Some may intrinsically stay just born
Answering circumference not being worn,
Like red is always brightest to appear
Behind little shade latent saffron there,
Cynical mind at least prefer mostly one
If hardly; rusty collaze desperately done,
Not ever believe just denoting layer out
Actual psychic menace deeper in a tout,
Never expect as if colours are distinct
Has they no meaning if devoid succinct,
Be aware hues which always plays mermaid
Not if life forcing wives rely only on maids.
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