There was the color of tree leafs
Strutting about its pompous green
Dancing closer and closer
Only to pull away mocking
In a hurry, the red sat and stared
Into my eyes, it soothingly burnt
But again, pulled away mocking
Approaching from the end of the tunnel
Growing and growing as it neared itself
Devouring all wishes for a plain view
Everything became blinding white
Only it too, in the end, pulled away mocking
A stranger no more, color of shadows came
Gave their embrace, until all was black
So black, I realized that my eyes
Have always been closed throughout
The dark is no stranger here, of course
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