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daisy poems Poems

Richard of York gave battle in vain

Red: fiery and brave

Orange: citrus pain sharp but tasty

Yellow: the joy of sun on any given darkest day

Green: the colour of life, giving its force back to us, into our hands

Blue: is a feeling we know. Despite its mellow hue, it clings like mud on a shoe, like his smell still on the fibres of his shirt

Indigo: the fonder shade of blue that has the richest hope inside but is not available to the non-believer griever 

Violet: the most important and one that is there but never seen. We need to talk more about this ghost violet and its heady smell. How to talk about the stuff we can’t see?