You are looking through my eyes,
as I gaze upon your light,
unfolding into a million colors.
Were you exposing
your whole being?
Your manifestations,
though radiant in green,
are born from the black light's depth.
I do not ask the blind,
helpless as they are,
to judge the colors.
MyKoul
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