I see, Color
Open the door, step out into the outside world
-Color
Applying thoughts to the mind like a box of complex colors:
Close the naked eye and there is color.
Open the naked eye to true color.
Color is so fly
In a moment... it is gone.
When the unity of colors are boxed together it can change the world.
Refute color, then life becomes meaningless.
The color for proof eluded,
Still, what is the proof?
-Color
About the Creator
Olivia Grace
My given birth name is Francesca, however I am the author, and I consider her to be Olivia Grace as she writes Non-fiction and Short Stories for all to see, whom she is meant to be.
Cordially yours,
FD (The Only OG)
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