Her soul is blue
The bluest blue of the ocean
Intoxicating but calming
Deep but illuminating
But below the oceans we never knew
What's hidden there, is it sinister or a virtue?
Her soul is black
Like a room without a light
Seeking its way out
But is loath to leave
Because
The dark has become her friend
For so long she has always been
Afraid
Of the sun
Her soul is yellow
Like sunflowers in summer
Radiant and laughter
Sometimes orange like the evening sky
Warm and mellow
But sometimes red like flames
Parching and torrid