My favourite colour is fire
With all its red-yellow-blues.
Sometimes eagle-winged, dominating
Dancing across, unwarranted.
Flushed sometimes, caught
Like a cheek implanted with a hot, burning kiss.
With an occasional extra spark,
To mark that it's not yet dead.
As beautiful and welcome as sunrise,
As sad and cold as sunset.
Abstract, yet softly woven around
The red-yellow-blues of life.
Intricate, Untangible, Unpalpable.
My favourite colour is fire.
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