THE LENS OF PERSPECTIVE

I might paint the day black and white,
Or I might paint a brilliant day ending in a starry night.
It is the eyes that might be the brush,
But it is the lens that mixes yellow with a tinge of red to recreate a perfect sunset.


For some, the lens views sunset with hues of crimson and gold,
For some, it views the unending darkness of a world like a blindfold. 
It might be the dreams that the lens reflects
Or the nightmares over which I slept.


It feels like a fog has engulfed the world, 
A fog which has veiled the brilliance of these colours.
I wonder if it is my lens that I let fade,
Or the billion lenses that created this dark shade. 

Check out my poem A Thousand Dreams and Quotes about Life and Love.

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