A Glint of Color

A grey world it is, twas many standards.

The window of us, obligations glazed over.

Faster the grey spills, silence follows.

Here lies whispers, a voice hollow.

Suddenly a chime, is it a sign?

Move closer, what's hither,

Subtle and slight, a glint that's bright.

A touch, one finger.

Alas, color.

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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