i've never understood/why colours/adopt emotions/generic feelings that we all may/or may not/have/for instance/when i see red/is it passion/or anger/or love/or alertness/that i must feel?/i am not a bull/nor a matador/and when i see red/i see red/for instance/when i see an apple/i am not overcome with/the urge to punch it/nor to kiss it/it is only an apple/and to me/blue/it seems to be/the most misunderstood colour/on the face of the planet/for it is exactly that/but the oceans are not sad/nor is the cup of water/i heat for tea/but tears are sad/and salty like oceans/but this water is not blue/nor is it water completely/blue is as misunderstood as sadness/it seems/just due to the utter lack of gray/in blue/and too much/in sadness/we are all categorizing standards/black text on a white background/or something else/but can you tell me/is that happy?/or sad/or angry/or confused/or amazing?/because at the end of the day/how you perceive/it is up to you.
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Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
