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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

If you saw a blanket of red would you even think of roses
What if it is a field of daisies just dyed in brilliant red?
What if it's a battlefield with dried blood everywhere
Nothing but a blazing plain from visions of hatred


Have you seen the colorfully distorted ideals of us all
From those who has lived seeing but glittering gold
To those who crawled upon the mudded brown floors
Would your own pedestal waiver  realizing worlds so bold


Right and wrong, such foolish classification
Dichotomies, that which came from a shallow mind
Black and white, the gradient across the two
The world's hue, it's seen by colorblind eyes


The letters of this poem, will you even see
In the words I've written, is there even a me?

Submitted: April 19, 2020

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S. Rasmussen

I am sorry I have been like really busy

This is simply great. I'm cheering on you!

Thu, May 21st, 2020 7:47am

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