As a Work of Art
Similar is us, to a painter, painting,
upon a canvas, with each and every stroke.
Our lives, becoming painted, being filled,with,
our choices, actions, and words being spoke.
But soon enough, over the hands of time,
all that was done, will be shown, in a greater light.
Realizing like paintings, on a wall, in a museum,
our lives, are connected, and part of a bigger plight.
For right, in the moment, of now, and ahead, with
each other, we should accept, and not tear apart.
Because peaceful could be our worldly tour,
if we, can ideally, see ourselves, as a work of art.
Then and there, we will begin, to appreciate,
visioning are very selves, as we, really are.
Eventually embracing, our diversity, and differences,
bringing us close, instead of us, being so far.
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