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by BOB GALLO Feb 12, 2025 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
If I ask the colour of your eyes, you would say—blue. But if I ask why the sky is blue, your answer misses the hue. Sometimes, the question is not the question— it is the clue. Yet you would not see it, even if I whispered the twelfth insight from Peru.