56. Colour

The colour of your eyes,
The colour of my eyes,
Will never be the same,
For you are you
And I am I.

We are individuals,
Each and every one of us,
Like night and day.

Our hearts may beat
A shared rhythm.
And blood that looks the same
May run through common veins
But we will each be only

What you see
Will never ever be
What my life shows me.

We can open each other’s eyes
And hearts and souls
But I will remain till my dying day
Stuck in the same body
In which I came.

©Brindology 2006

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