Blinded ArtA Poem by Zoe Marie Ross
The clouds are bright pink,
And the sky is green, The grass looks like ink, Or so it might seem. The sea is lilac, And the sand is blue, The flowers are black, Please, give me a clue. The moon light is red, And the sun shines teal, The trees all look dead, But could this be real?
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