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TEACHING MY BLIND FRIEND BILLY ALL ABOUT COLORS

TEACHING MY BLIND FRIEND BILLY ALL ABOUT COLORS

Billy, sit here, upon meadow’s crisp carpet.
Now run your fingers through the grass.
Feel how it cools them?
Like all living fauna it cools and enriches the air with its presence.
That my friend Billy, is the color ‘GREEN’!

Now here comes Violet, that girl from school,
Whom I told you had a crush on you.
“Welcome Violet. Sit right down next to Billy.”
Violet sits beside Billy, and whispers something reassuring in his ear,
Now touch the hem of her yellow sun dress,
Then stroke her yellow hair.
“Do you feel a warm rush of ‘wellbeing’ flood your soul?”
Violet’s soft dress, her beautiful hair, that warm rush, that’s the color of 'YELLOW'.

Now kiss Violet on her ruby lips.
That’s right, kiss her long and slow.
Inhale her sweet breath into your pounding heart.
Feel your blood coursing with passion?
My dear Billy, everything you’re experiencing,
Is everything that is 'RED'?

Now Billy, Violet is going to teach you
About the colors, 'PINK' and 'BLUE'.
For that my young friend, I must take leave,
For some privacy is due.

And before this day is done,
You'll be able to distinguish the colors;
GREEN, YELLOW, RED, PINK, AND, BLUE.
And of course, the color 'VIOLET' too!

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Carey Milton

A poetical mind of 
A heart so kind
Could show colours
Unheard of
And display them
DIVINE!!!!

Please keep showing your colours..!

Love Ceza x

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Kimmy Alan

Thank you for the kind compliment.  I'm flattered.

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