I knew all shades of blue;
'could discern many a hue.
But once upon a Converse shoe,
amidst the dancing morning dew,
I've become blind because of you.
But even then, none could ever fool me.
For the colors my eyes failed to see,
oh love, my heart did—so clearly.
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Spilled Ink
PoetryA piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.