Marion Cole Poems

A crescendo of music stimulating translucent
colours mixing into one ...

A cry so faint, could it be laughter or a cry
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When you put your clothes on do you ever pause
And stop to think how the cloth was made and ended up as yours
I just put my clothes on, I never stop to think
How the cloth was made at all, I never even blink
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When you see a rainbow, what do you see?
do you see the colours in the sky or ignore the imaginary?
Is it so familiar that you accept that it is there?
Or do you see a reason that your mind cannot compare?
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