Fresh Paint
I no longer chase after rainbows
I color them
I no longer color my world
I paint the scenery to come alive
When the paint has dried
I give it a new coat and
whatever color suits me goes
I go out to paint the town
and
paint the town
to make it
my world
By: Vanessa Ramos
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Tuesday, April 29, 2014 - 09:29
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