i can see mountains,
i can see the blue sky in masses,
i can see orange juice in glasses,
i have started to love my art classes.
— my best friend bought me a pair of enchroma glasses.
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brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
xxii
i can see mountains,
i can see the blue sky in masses,
i can see orange juice in glasses,
i have started to love my art classes.
— my best friend bought me a pair of enchroma glasses.
