Favourite colour?

Ask a blind person 

To describe the world around

She might use the sweetness of the orange

Or the sourness of the lemon

The heat of the fire

The cold of the ice

The dry wetness of the snow

The smell of cut grass

The steam of the kettle

To express her perceptions

So asking me my favourite colour

I suddenly become aware

Of my owns limitations

Of the complete spectrum

How many hues, taints, tones

Are invisible to me 

Or you for that matter?

Even stretching our senses

We are all still walking

In a dull world of dim light

For we are all blind.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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4/30 TSL 

NaPoWrimo 2016