My Green is different from yours.
Maybe my Red is the same.
Watercolour paint brushes
cascade on a page,
oblivious of the complexity
colours bring to life.
The world's beauty untainted
from ignorant masses in life.
My ignorance is a bliss.
Simplicity a heavenly gift.
Questioning the spectrums of perception
There are many shades of Black and White.
No, you say,
My Blue is not Yours.
I question
"Why it can't be both?"
