Through colored glass I see you.
One day blue, the next day green.
And then I see you clearly,
But isn’t clear the absence of color?
Because even through clear glass I can’t make you out.
Maybe it’s me who is hiding,
Waiting to be discovered.
Someday soon you’ll walk out and there I’ll be
In living color!
Until that time,
I'll hide behind the pane.
Look! I’m red!
And now I'm gray.
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