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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