Desaru

Brown

Brown is nothing but a color 

dull nonetheless 

lifeless

until what point 

at what point does it become 

more 

looking becomes admiring 

these brown rings now fill you with life 

until what point 

at what point does it become 

clear 

clear that it's not brown

but hints of gold when kissed by the sun 

no longer dull but rich

these golden brown rings make space and time 

still

until what point 

at what point does it become 

real

all too real

that if you gaze for a second too long 

you will be lost in the golden flakes 

you might never look away 

a color that once was a bore 

now harmonious, peaceful, serene 

more 

at what point do you realize brown is just brown

until you love 

Comments2

  • rrodriguez

    Brown eye.... interesting! This has cadence. I liked it.

    • Desaru

      Thank you!

    • caroline-o

      this was beautiful!

      • Desaru

        Thank you!



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