I’ve seen the colour of music;
yellow like a budding sunflower,
with blotted petals clothed in tumeric;
.
I’ve treaded her country, so idyllic;
where love and lust tastes sweet and sour,
and the dreams bequeathed inspire moments of magic;
.
I’ve heard her melody, so angelic;
easing my nightmares in the darkest hour
as the crickets chirp a solemn panegyric;
.
and when I feared my world grew paralytic,
with pain urging me to cower,
she became a soothing analgesic;
.
Alas, the tale she tells can sometimes seem cryptic,
as her throbbing pulses conceal its true power,
and her wordings can sometimes be toxic,
like a fierce fanged hound geared to devour;
still, I’ll forever be in awe of her alluring mystique,
for she has given me a thousand reasons to stay poetic.
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Cheemnonso™
