See the vision through his eyes
Reality becomes subjective
Colors are unambiguous
Forms become asymmetrical
Elimate inconsistencies
I see black and white
Across the horizon
Vertical lines are drawn
There is no in-between
But gray beats the odd
An intermediary hue
To him, it is green
Grey is spelled out
New life begins with it
I have found my new shade
In achromatic world I live
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