Narrow-minded I shall never be;
black and white I won't ever see through.
Grey inbetween many find comfort;
but I cannot live in such a misty haze.
I search for colours;
the rosy-reds on the cheeks of laughter,
the golden twinkle of the sun up high,
the glistening silver shimmers,
across the ocean below the stars,
and the breathtaking soft pink
shading the sky as we greet darkness.
I search for colours;
the tranquil blues of the trickling streams,
the blazing orange of the raging fires,
the light brown of the rocking-horse,
still swaying with childhood memories,
and the luminous yellow of the fire-crackers
lighting up with the laughter around the camp-fire.
It is the colours I search for.
I gamble that it is there,
I shall find the joy in life.
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