Seeing the marvel of the world,
Seeing the whites and blacks too,
Seeing that it was absurd,
Seeing that there's something he can do.

The colors wrapped around us,
The colors he can actually see,
The way the auras incrust,
The way the earth is covered with trees.

Expressing it through poetry,
Expressing certain emotions,
Expressing the facts he foresee,
Expressing the current phenomenon.

What was his exact purpose?
What was he able to do?
What was the reason of such enthuse?
What was the mystery behind his eyes of blue?

Pleased to help the people,
Pleased to let them feel,
Pleased that the colors he can control,
Pleased that he can make them surreal.

Oh, such heart of gallant,
Oh, such soul of candor,
Oh, such eyes with pure talent!
Oh, such eyes of pure wonder!

©PeculiarPat34

This is yet another dedication to my friend, EdwinJohnA, with his remarks and kindness was all I am thankful for. He also writes poetry (and also inspires me) but here you go, bro! I hope you (and all of you, ofc) like it! 😊😊😊 In case some of you are wondering, this boy has a peculiarity of seeing and manipulating auras/emotions. 😉

Oh, before I forget, I just got online and...

OHMYBIRD.

1.03K READS LIKE WTH. I DIDN'T KNOW I CAN REACH THIS NUMBER OF READS LIKE AKDIKSNXJSKSK. I WISH I COULD DO MORE TO THANK ALL OF YOU WHO SUPPORTED ME AND MY POEMS. OKAY OKAY I'M EXAGGERATING.

BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH.
I HOPE YOUR SUPPORT WILL NEVER END 😊😊😊!!!