My life is a picture,
a kaleidoscope of colour.
They turn and twist and intertwine, looking to me like
an intricate vine. Some pieces have already died, withered
in life's Wintertime. Most colours of my life are still
vivid to see, my life is a picture of colours you see.
My life is a picture painted over many years, with
colours to many to mention. Some areas are grey
some even black, but most are rosy and fresh.
New colours are added to my picture each day,
as I carry on my life Journey on my
predestioned way.
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Silvia's Dream