macaulay akinbami - Colours

Not the dictates of a gang of scientists

Imposed on all mind as

Blue

White

Black and Red



What is colour?

It is what your mind makes

Of a thing in its beauty



Your white is my roo

And the world's black my net

All the pictures bright and best

Are but pictures

From the mind.



Let no mind more or less

Name a mind among the rest

From the garden to the Indy

All that colours

Comes from within

Only in the heart the colour lives.

macaulay akinbami

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