Through our Prism
He lets out, “its black",
She gasps, in “its white”.
One day, we may sigh and lift the veil from our eyes.
Look up into our ever-changing atmosphere and take in the limitless spectrum.
How do you see it?
How do you live it?
How do you breathe it?
This View?
The colors in your mind,
The colours through your eyes,
The colors we use to paint our reality with slips from our lips.
Each of these paintings a valid refraction from its creator.
And this world even more beautiful with each hue whispered by every creation.
Appreciation, of the full wavelength is well,
A breath of fresh air.
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