On the verge of some happiness
she stood
perfectly still
as she watched
you
as a pure color become a hueas a pure color become
a lighter version of the blues
a tint of something
a darker shade
made out of black and white
a hue no less, but so indefinite
it qualified as definition.
On the verge
of some happiness
she could
not quite decide the value of your color
the brightness
tone of your connotation
soul full moment of that second
and she
stood perfectly still
on the verge of happinessat the edge of color
and of hue
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