Indifference
I asked myself what I prefered and wrote it down for keeping
and later asked myself again to have it change for reaping.
My second thought was fine I said yet different from the first.
So why was my last thought as firm to which one was the worst?
Each coloured different for their role in fitting in I'm sure.
While one was sharp and one more strong neither one more pure.
I loved them both as equally as each one was apart.
Variety was whole to me as several of their hearts.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2013
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