In the tapestry of hues where pinks and blues dance,
One dirt with one's glance,
One is for all in life's expanse.
They both shade in light and dark,
A melody of contrasts, an eternal spark.
One blue disrupts the sky,
One pink taints the rose.
They put the blame on the color's wall,
When perhaps, it was that specific crayon's call.
For in this chromatic dance of cosmic fate,
It was the universal expectation in this societal state.
They seem to forget that both give birth to a new color,
They're both the reason for this horror.
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The Thread of Every Needle (DEMO VERSION)
PoetryThis book aims to provide knowledge about day-to-day objects and imbue them with life lessons. Almost every line offers a new, unique meaning of its own.
