Colors

What do they see?

Twinkles across my eyes. 

The sky above, colored with love,

enrapturing and blissful. 

Blue sun's rays shower and settle 

like a sea of delicate sapphire light.

And in the distance, alien, sits a world of light

made anew.

Worlds of color vie for supremacy; Wars are fought,

and kingdoms change. 

Their greatest weapon?

Their most destructive enemy?

Me. 

You.

Them.

I see them a true Violet now; from there, a deathly green.

 

What do they see?

I fear my work. 

I fear my results.

Beauty rains down upon from above, 

scattering itself upon my hand,

taking nest within my pupils.

But.

Do they see?

What do they see?

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