WDYS #159
Color spills over me
Colors; my black and your white
Splotches smudge and smear together
For Hearts that don’t see color
For smiles that we share with one another
Painted on the canvas of our dreams and hopes that our eyes can discover all of ours formed in different colors
But we get trapped in the mixing of color while you can be free and have freedom to live in yours
Some get smiling faces, or hearts and words with paint stroking lies that blur the picture of true freedoms
By making it black and white
But the stars we wish upon in heaven where the truth of colors live; can be a guiding light
In making our different colors shine bright.
By Pamelap
Your Plate or Mine 
A beautiful and profound poem Pamelap. Thank you for joining in.
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Beautiful – may all our different colours shine bright ❤
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Beautifully written, Pamelap. Thank you for sharing your meaningful words. I love the image of the little girl at the top of your page, too. It’s perfect for your poem. Xx 💕
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