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
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Author:
Desaru (
Offline) - Published: July 20th, 2016 01:00
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Brown eye.... interesting! This has cadence. I liked it.
Thank you!
this was beautiful!
Thank you!
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