What to see
Luminosity
I am seen
It’s temperament nature
I am read, It flows through me
Like a vanity of vanties with
glimpses of joy , It’s door
summary of colors filled with tears of reds
and blues, yellows and browns
I can’t see , cries my cry
I talk loud
feeling painted like a rose
undoubtedly handmade
always watch never
change, never finished
love [ to be loved ] .
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