Blond hair, blue eyes
I entered many coloured doors
Opened by red lips smiling
White legs striving
Golden sunglasses
Tainting the colours of luck
Years and many shades later
The same cheerful but brighter
Girl enters green meadows
And silvery woods
With her Greyhound friend
Who lifts her shady moods
I meet and mix with young Tovy
Short brown hair and lonely
A beige girl with a dog’s name
Dreaming of being bold and blue
Owner of a three coloured puppy
Rescued and happy
Rainbow stars sparkle
Between our shades
My bright colours
Match her soft tones
Or must I say his?
Our dogs play without worries
And they love us
No matter what
Colourblind
They can’t be bothered
Appreciating any palette
As long as it’s kind
Tovy hates his female tones
His soft coloured nature
The pastel of his face
He dreams of growing a black beard
And having a dirty dark voice
But I like what I see
Pigmentation at its best
I love to love
All colours of the rainbow
All shades of grey
Internal and external nuances
Rich, deep and complex
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