I used to wonder what it would be like;
Either blind and colourblind.
The world before, devoid of colours
And was used to black and white.
There were different scales
And shades of the two.
What of the people who felt blue,
Was that a shade before me?
Just an interest in the things past me
how the colours now seem to fit,
Or was I there before,
Have I already seen it?
The people beneath the sun,
Were the rays different shades of white?
What about the sky above you;
Before colours were in hue
How were the clouds' shade of gloomy?
And the flowers in the field of Mary
Upon leaving the spring;
The contours of water rippling
The artists that painted
Has different shades of way
On how the colours appeal
About what the scenery would feel
Like a blank painted canvas
Sitting still by the veranda
It could have any paint,
What was the agenda?
About the Creator
a cat
Asian, Weird, Surreal, and Queer.
Let me learn, I'll write about it.
Give me paint, I'll recreate it.
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