Life is painted in colors
You see green, white and blue
There's orange and yellow too
But red and white dominates
In every good act there's white
In every bad deed, red bites.
If you smile and tickle me,
what kind of color do you see?
If you bad mouthed and prick me,
What hue is painted on the wall?
Or would you help me when I FALL?
Life is full of colors we all can paint
Why not play fair with colored daint.
Lovely poem...The colors of life brings vitality, a flair, an enduring beauty only meant to be appreciated by a discerning mind...Thanks for shaing this..
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Colorful verses in a musical dance that slumber the soul. keep-up, you talented painter of words in a world of poetry. A poem full of watercolors of life....Thanks for sharing.