Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
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.