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Be my colours

Be my colours

Blooming blue gliding in river flow,
Arc into my arrow and bow.
Perky pink flowers in fairy-land,
I want to wear you as my band.
Yummy yellow in sweet lime,
Set into my alarming chime.
Rusty Red locked in caution light,
Shhh…  all escape with my kite flight.
White, you have no time to fade,
So be on my doors shade. :P

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  1. This is a wonderfully colorful poem which made me smile!

  2. i want to wear you as my a cool time
    and make one think of commitment...

    1. Its all because colours entertain me :D

  3. I love your description of colors. The picture is super cute.

  4. When I was a kid I had an umbrella almost like that...This is delightful :)

    1. Yeah, good thing i made you to remember your childhood days;)

  5. May you be blessed with the seven colors always :) Beautiful, simple and it brings a smile. Loved it.

  6. I LOVE the delightful photo!!!! Which your poem complements so well.

    1. Yeah, kids are adorable to watch... thank you :)

  7. Fun and so bright. Love the photo.


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