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Jul 19
"What does the colour gold look like?"
Asked the blind man.

"Gold is like the feeling of the sun kissing your skin.
It's like the taste of the purest honey on your tongue.
It's like a warm hug from someone close to you.
I imagine gold is what hope feels like.
That is what the colour gold looks like."
Words mean everything
The last Poet
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