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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