I colour my life up in orange, MAGNIFICENCE!
shades of mangoes and marigolds,
to make me feel like there is more of me,
and that the more of me shines more and more,
like the red-orange river of gold that ran away from me,
chased away by the mocking morons who laughed all the more,
as they marvelled; marvelled at the silent tones of my distress, as my
tresses, distancing themselves, escaped – swirling and coiling around mountains,
mingling and merging the orangeness of me into sheets of purple heather on mossy
slopes that, only now, rise up into
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019
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