Everyday is a famous painting,
and with each and every breath,
we live and we sometimes die,
in its mysterious array of colors.
With horizontal light blue skies,
and red hot sunsets burning bright,
we use the powers of our brushes,
for each soft and vague stroke.
Painting wind from all directions,
is what the blind ones can do best.
Blind sight though a heeding ear,
makes the hand of a great Picasso.
The hues and those vast canvases,
must not be taken for granted.
They can be used to paint wisely,
those many colors of our lives.
By. ~Hollylovebug~
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