A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
All I see
Are shades of gray
All around me.
Dancing in a black and white picture
No sound is heard.
So I pick up a brush
And I paint the world
Shades of rainbow
Never seen before
In this silent film of mine.
Some have come to love the colors I’ve found,
Spreading other colors and even sound
I couldn’t have dreamed of
With their own tools.
But others are doomed to color blindness.
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