I prefer

I prefer a warm coloured room,

Not pale nor pastel shades,

Deep reds and blues,

Deep hues,

Deep colours,

To wrap me in a calm embraise.

I prefer a cold fruit salad

A colouful collection

of diced up fruit.

The reds, the blues, the yellows and greens

A mango tangoing on my tongue.

I prefer a quiet night in

The cool breeze wafting

Soft notes harmonising

Written words

and good company.

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