A purplish red colour is lively magenta,
As the mind is vivid like Spanish moor
But at noon, hollow as the rose allure
So warm that gales still in the ocean...
Magenta is the spice that mimics there
In my heart that boosts rhymes to share
Bubbles like lime steeping seems a lava
Flowing unabated; never seems to end!
Unlike some days when its emerald green
So lovely, O' the shine and vivacity beams
But not the one that skylark my dreams,
Magenta, striking and classy in the whim.
It is the colour of my ways, unlike salmon
Yellowish seems out of bounds and moan
And the deep blue sea summons oblivion
Magenta, the colour of my inspiration!