I thought it would be fun to write a poem based on the colours of the rainbow,
so in a reflective mood that is what I did..... In the beginning I saw Red. Red would light the fire, Red was the colour of the first light of day. Then there was Orange. Orange was desire. But Orange would expire when the sunlight went away. Every day was Yellow, in one way or another. And Yellow was the colour that calmed my troubled mind. Green, that was my favourite, I grew to know it well, I would ask and it would tell. Green was gentle, free and kind. Blue, it never left me, it was always in my sky. With azure wings I'd fly. But I'm still blue to this day. Indigo, like blue, would be a constant friend, she's a song without an end. I would sing and she would play. Violet, is the endgame of the dream, and better yet, of a life without regret, infinite and free. The colours of the rainbow are my life, a serenade. Of days in light and shade. The rainbow lives in me. ©Jason Endfield 2018 all rights reserved
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