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COLOURS....


They are a real treat to the sight
as they make everything look bright.
Apart from capturing everyone's fascination
they conjur up a lot of varied imagination.

For a poet, its a medium to express
or by which, others they can think to impress.
But when it reaches the hands of an artist
the hues they create, none can think to resist.

It is about thinking the right combination
for someone to use it in their work of fashion.
Alas, everything appears to be blank in the mind
to someone apparently is colour blind.

Without these, life is as good as bleak
as something in them, we are out to seek.
Life seems to have its own mystical essence
that one has to be greatful for its presence.

Anyways for giving life its own flavour
ome must feel greatful for these colour
as not only a sense of tranquility, they give
part from diffrent ways, for us to perceive.

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