colors
she was a pure w h i t e ;
sweet—
soft, sad brown eyes
and a soft, shaky voice
he was a dangerous b l a c k ;
hopeless—
hard, heartbroken blue eyes
and a hard, hollow voice
and when they
clashed into each other,
the result was a cloudy g r e y ;
not that pretty, but
not that ugly either
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Poesía(art: Eckart Hahn) A.P./poetic- © all rights reserved
