ARTISTS AND CANVASES
May we be blessed to understand how we are all artists
as well as canvases…incomplete
How we paint a little of ourselves on everyone we meet
And how everyone we meet…
paints a little of themselves on us as well.
sometime the strokes are bold and colorful…
sometimes they’re so subtle it’s difficult to tell.
And how it doesn’t matter if they are family , friends
or people we meet in passing and have long ago forgot their names
once we’ve painted on each other…
we will never be the same
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