Swirls In The Water - Poem by Random Poet
They say red is a snake
that turns around and bites oneself
having faith for the other colour
too much -
(which is why he is red)
Ah, blue then,
which meditates to
and relates all
but then makes all his flaws
more understood, which is why
he turns to
Is not an old wives' tale
Like carrots she said so
Is full of energy
which bursts into colours
Of all fashions that come together
To create a family
That spins to create
and creates to spin
Life around in an everlasting circle.
Yellow, of course...
Is not missed out,
he makes things go in the dark,
which is why
someone told Blue never to wear
Yellow when taking Green
because Yellow always reveals.
Yellow then needs black,
To stay out of the foreground
To make himself the loner of it all
He stays still
Like blue, but not that shown.
But just like the birds and the bees,
Black needs his own arch-rival.
Which is why someone came out with
White, which isn't exactly a colour,
just the mix of all the rest,
He is the majority of everything,
He is life itself
Life with personality!
Then what about me?
I guessed I'm none of them.
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