Painted
We paint our own colorful skies
viewing them only through our eyes.
We see and hear of greed, hate, anger and pain
tales of valor, strength, fortitude and gain.
We build our character to guide us along the way
turbulence helps to cleanse our souls each day.
Taking so much for granted in our routine life
sometimes blinded by the world's strife.
We paint our own world in colorful hues
Colors may vary quickly changing the view.
12/07/17
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