The colour of my life

Red
was the colour of a rose,
the name of my mother,
the ink of my pen.

Yellow
was the sun,
shinning bright white,
the glue I used,
the colour of my shirt.

Blue
was the grat vast sea,
under a blanket,
the colour of the sky,
in morning and before nightfall.

Green
was the colour of grass,
soft and wet,
the colour of my Ipod
before it disappeared.

Black
was the sky at night,
the piece of cardboard,
the colour of my shoes.

White
was a dove,
the symbol of peace,
the colour of the moon,
round and jolly.