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My colourful dream (The irony): A poem by Goodness Nyuwem

Walk with me upon the variegated pathways of utopia
So to behold the rangeless spectrum of smiling rainbow
Look beyond your squinted myopia and webs of phobia 
Into the seventh heaven where colourful dreams glow. 

Can you feel crystal ambience clad in unalloyed purity
Where herein faith marries hope in a blissful perfection?
Can you visualize such radiant shades wrapped in beauty
Where our souls are enchanted to compelling admiration?

I see a hue of scarlet blended in the frigidity of maroon
Such spell of lust rained on me like passion never to heal
I see jets of dark guilt and depression, such gluey cocoon
One too many bouts of extremism with which I can’t deal.

Alas, therein lies some magical bowels of dark blue liquid 
Trickling like a solitary tear but of superstitions so dark
And fearful with a flurry of perturbations to make fervid 
Our philosophies and ideologies, whether white or black. 

The frightful countenance of fear in a red coloured dream
A cream of acceptance with peaches of empathy when grey
Weak, worn and waded with weary wands of waned gleam
Pale colourations at night that haunts my soul by day. 

Yet beyond these are fine silver linings and purple patches 
Tinged in beautiful shades of nobility and responsibility 
For the onus is upon us to paint till reality so matches
The beautiful imageries embedded in our colourful dreams.