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Taunting me it is said that I am a colour blind
And I see the seven coloured rainbow
As the border to cross over to another land
But let me tell you I was a green grasshopper who
Used to Love more the evening-star
With the piece of tinsel on her forehead
Than the pointed vermilion above the nose
Of the east-sky at early dawn
And I never gave any response to any beckon
Of the red roses bloomed on the side ways of the roads

Or lured away to the lust of flashed flesh
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Patricia Grantham 06 August 2013

Transformed from an ugly moth to a beautiful butterfly and then to look upon such beauty with eyes of love. There is an old saying love is blind. That holds true here in your poem. Good write.

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