Colour Blind Poem by Fleance Candide
Colour Blind
I see a world of mud -
A spectacular spectrum confined to
Colours converging; merging into the muck.
But what do I care?
All the world is but black and white
Letters floating on a page.
Why do I need colours?
When a rainbow reads
Springing from the pen -
My sight may be narrow
But in the depths of my mind
All the colours of the stratosphere
Shine in poetic verse.
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