Where Orange and Blue meet
There's a place where
orange and blue
meet.
In the corner of my room
bright and dark
meld.
When I blur my eyes
watery, unfocused
green.
If everything were green
every race
would love.
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The Sins of Man
PoetryWhy is there so much hate in the world? Why does nobody confess - the sins of man.
