Guess my colours
I am
The wrinkled trunk
That picks a flower
And uproots a tree
The feathers
That fan out in dance
Under overcast skies
The centre
Of the bull 's eye,
Poached, hardboiled
The eye
Of the universe
Burning, life giving
A bird
Sent out by Noah
To bring news of land
I scream stop
At traffic light
Melted I am colourless
Nature's first gold
I bring promise
After the rains
The broken curve
Proud flag bearer
Of age
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