If you’re not one of the fortunate few
Who hear their world in colorful hues
May the music be in your eyes
And the rainbows be in your skies
When Life’s struggles bring tears to your heart
Find comfort in knowing your part
In creating a world that is full of color
Where your value is more than just your cover
For you are born out of star dust
And forged of matter that will not rust
Love your life and love your neighbor
Let this be your mission of labour
Resist the temptation to see just Black and White
And others will eventually follow you into the light
About the Creator
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The Cave Part 6
If you have ever heard a tale about yourself that you cannot remember and doubtless think is made up, you will know how I felt when Tharkin related all that the eagle had seen of me before my memories were scattered. Of far distances and traveling companions that I did not recall, camping out under the stars and making our way to the mountains with deliberate purpose. The great bird had lost contact with my party once we entered the forests, and the seven other members were not seen again by him or his brethren since.
By Jamye Sharp4 days ago in Chapters
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