The world’s a place of cups of tea

Flowers on tables, strange summer skies

(Changing and changing) and mainly for me

Colours that come from Alison’s eyes

Not just the blue; if your eyes are not

No colours emerge, the world is monochrome

But raise your lids and make hope hot

And brightness makes the world its home

And creatures dull and wan like me

Live in a kaleidoscope for free. 

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