The Color of the Lens

Haphazardly beautiful

rocks Spewed onto the Ground

bright and Safe through eyes of Blue

Shade so sweet to eyes of brown

red eyes see it Dead, Rustic

eyes Move fast and catch a glimpse

but Slow eyes linger, Lost in it

eyes Should know Just where to Go

If they want To see

the Haphazard beauty


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