Who am I —but color.
A shade of black,
A shade of white.
The order, —through
The DNA of Time, is
Turning inside
It’s self for Life —with no rhyme
Or reason:
A Beautiful human being.
Within, without—
Know that,
Through these eyes
I seek You all the time!
What color is mine when
You go away?
Is it as blue as a sky
On a sunny day?
Or, as crimson red
On burning lips wishing
To be kissed again—
Does the color of rain
Have a name
Like me
To be unique?
When it went—
What color
Did it leave behind?
One of a kind.
About the Creator
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