Monochrome

Poem 01.

It could be any color,
No. WE could.
The smell of coffee in the morning
has only one color.

it’s the same as hope and satisfaction
all while I still think about
how everything went in the past.

You’re all the colors,
we are all of them.
I am. In one light beam.
The full spectrum of light, united.

You are the rainbow
color, color, color.
Sometimes ink is magic.

The naked, essential, and purest truth.
reality, shredded as illusions
in front of my eyes,
these eyes of god.

The only color I can see
is my black coffee
always a crowd pleaser.

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