Color
Everyone sees color differently
some color-blind
yet they know the texture and
warmth of shades, bland
grays more a product of heart
and not one’s eyes –
not all black and white, coldly set,
appealing only a stark contrast
some light embracing its
fine-line shadows
as midnights with stars and
moon in warmth of touch –
meet me in the polychromatic
moment, where all spectrum
shards of color im-prismed
are released, forever to unveil a
harmony unbreached….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2023
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