What goes through the mind of a poet
It would frighten most people and I know it

The things you think of to write about
Take you to places that most folks would have doubt

The words that find their way to paper
We wish sometimes, would turn to vapor

We see things in dimensions, that are dimensional
Is that a word, if it is, it's just plain criminal

See what I mean, about the mind of a poet
I think my brain just exploded, I want a doughnut

Brian Hill - 2019#126
Wonder what could have been the inspiration for these words.....?

I often wonder why people say love is color blind? See, I don’t think love is color blind at all. Love does not require sameness to love. No, love sees every color and every shade, uniqueness and relishes in everyone. Love seeks to understand and give freedom of expression to every brilliant color. It doesn’t demand general labels such as black, white, yellow etc. Love has perfect vision that sees , embraces and celebrates every color
In everyone and everything
See , I see color and kindly let me enlighten you

It’s Beautiful


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