Touched by color.

Imagine a photograph.

Black and white.

Sad and pale.

Deep inside.

Touched by color,

It becomes alive

Primary colors take charge

Appears a smile.

Black and white seems to be sometimes,

But magical people see in color

Not just white and black.

Touched by color was I

When all seemed black

Or white.

Touched by colors

Of the brightest kind.

Touched by the color of kindness

My eyes began to feel

The different textures and richness 

Of such beautiful butterfly.

Touched by color was I

The day everything turned gray

Touched by color now seems uncertain

Black and white possess my mind.

Touched by color was my poem

On such a beautiful night

By kindness, when it turned into a gorgeous butterfly.

Now all I get to do is to watch her fly.

Touched by color was I,

Now everything seems black and white.