As I look out over the sky and I think of my histoy of life. I see the colors, of blue, gray, And white, and they all somehow Remind me of life.
I reflect on my life in the Colors of the rainbow. I see days filled with joy, And days filled with pain. But The beauty of life makes Me forget the rain.
I see a little girl running, In the rain, and sneaking a, Peep at the blinding sun.The White clouds dance, as different Figures flirt with the raising sun.
I see a young woman in love, For the first time. A heart, Wrapped in the ribbons of a fresh New love, carefully bounded in Relentless trust.
I see tears shed for a heart broken by Deceit. A pain that will one day heal, But never, again will her love be, Ever the same.For what's left is Knowledge of, what true love is, Meant to be.
I see an old woman, with wrinkled hands, A worn face, dim eyes, and a radiant, Wonderful smile. She has learned, Life's lessons, but with no regrets.
Cause her heart tipped the scale, With goodness, and sadness faded, Away with time.
I'll just bet there are many that can relate to this. You've done an awesome job of bringing forth many visuals others need to see also. Good write! Lisa
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