I thought the sun was blue
when I had not the courage
to peer beyond its glare and through.
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I thought the sea was green
when I hadn't searched beneath
the surface to be seen.
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I thought all eyes held me
when I was reflected in all they saw
and it was all I can see.
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I thought all worlds were wet
when tears gripped my lashes
and left my heart in debt.
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I thought life was nice
when days were of youth and joy
and I had yet to pay a price.
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Comments (4)
Wow love it
I enjoyed this poem, Rachel. It's unique!
Thought this was so clever. Stunning.
Oh, this is so poignant and the last part hit me hard!!