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by Ava Blu

i’m getting glasses;

contacts never could
hide enough.


Author's Note:

getting colder every day 
(not the weather)

i know you can't see it; the color is called 'snow.'

Posted on 10/05/2005
Copyright © 2021 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joseff Marat on 10/05/05 at 06:14 AM

Jeanna, the following is a fagment for hope. From sadness to joy. ... fall, like flowered snow and rain like tears from frozen eyes gently too, then rest upon the field ... fill, as from a kiss and warm the sun within your heart; spreading from a cherry blossom bough Colored on the canvas white pink and brown and green rooted by the river bank; you'll grow

Posted by JJ Johnson on 03/08/11 at 10:59 PM

I use to have these red lensed sunglasses that I thought were really cool until I almost died driving through a red light that I thought was broken. Apparently their coolness blinded me to the danger of proceeding, like those who cruise through 4-way stops. Living in a rose tinted world never kept me safe from my trouble and pain. Something tells me you get the reference... JJ

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