I gave you my word. My word was amber.
You put that word into an orchid flower.
I gave you a fruit. My fruit was a melon.
You put that melon into the ground.
That orchid flower grew and grew,
My word grew in power. My fruit grew in power.
Until it came out as a sacred hue.
It was born as an amazing new colour.
It was not yellow. It was not blue,
It was a new colour called ambermelon.
It was a sacred secret colour known only by those in love.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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There are colors that only those in love see, like rose colored glasses they paint the world and all in it with a newness never seen before. A good read David
thank you so much compadre
You are most welcome David
A nice read. Your poem revolves around the transformative power of love and how it can create new meanings and experiences. The imagery of the "ambermelon" symbolizes a unique bond between two lovers
Yes you are exactly right.thank you so much
This is a good write. The last line was the best
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