Saturday, May 28, 2011
I love to look up and see blue floating above me. I love to stick my nose out and smell the sweet fragrance of red. I love the feeling of green between my toes as I skip barefoot. I love the prickly warmth of yellow on my skin and the taste of pink on my tongue. I love to hear the whistle of orange and the creak of old brown when I walk. I love the splash of grey on my head, the flash of white in the night, and the taste of sweet chewy black.
I love every colour.
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