SUGGESTIVE IMPRESSIONS
You are neither pink, nor red,
neither maroon, nor crimson.
I can see you, but cannot
find a word for you.
My eyes distinguish between
as ten million different colors,
but the words are missing.
I see you in context to other colors,
but not in the context of different words.
I sense and feel you, but no word exists for you.
You are an infinitely suggestive impression.
© 2013 MUSE (Ute Sonja Elisabeth Medley)
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