Newspaper in tree blood

The trees bleed in colours,

And the flowers bleed rainbows.

I, however, am black and white;

Plain as the newspaper at sight,

But follow a story when read.

I am made of the trees and flowers –

Those who bleed red, blue and green.

The words printed like a tattoo,

Just waiting for someone to read me;

Waiting for something new.

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