Zywa
Humours
My colours are orange
with joy, pink
with compassion, and shades of brown
full of quiet contentment, but
mostly they are undefined
a mixture of hot and cold
of yesterday, today and my fantasy
about tomorrow, with undercurrents
from the sea of the people who
flush into me, flood after flood
past my rocks, over my dikes
and through my membranes
There are no steady places
to preserve and visit
my feelings, they are
bigger than me, they have no boundaries
and without a passport, they can
jump over to sharing together
I exchange them with family and friends
and let them change their colour
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