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You once asked me
what my favourite color was.
I said blue without hesitation,
Even though I had no idea
How it seemed.
I heard people saying that
You had blue eyes
And since then,
I knew it was my favourite.
Because your eyes are my favourite.
I know I lied,
Because blue is not my color.
But I'm sure if I could ever see blue,
It would be.
Because, my love,
Your eyes are my favourite tone of grey.
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Author's Note:
This is the chapter which made me start this story. After learning about total colorblindness, I wrote these words.
Hope you like this and thanks for telling me what you think. It really keeps me up. All the support and love this story gets really amazes me.
Have an amazing day, people.
Sevval x
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Poésie"I have never tasted the brightness of yellow, the calmness of blue, the cheer of green or the love of red. I felt something; still do I, but never related to colours. I only know the pureness of white and the mystery of black. Oh, and grey. For mos...
