They say the leaves will be dull this year
Just a shadow of their original beauty,
I think the leaves are brighter than ever
Though my view may be flawed,
After all,
Desaturation loses meaning,
In the eyes of the blind
YOU ARE READING
blurry minds and foggy hearts
Poetrywhen conflicting opinions mix in a sea of the same the only thing left is blurry minds and foggy hearts A.K.A poetry written at 2:00 am and altered at 7:00
