A blank page is often white
Ready for your input
ready for your words
ready for your thoughts
ready for regrets
ready for ideas
ready for dreams
some times my heart is full, like a rainbow spilling colors
some days more purple, hot pink, neon green and zesty orange
Other days can be more black, silver, brown and gray
I’m thankful for this time to sit
I’m thankful for time to reflect
all of this time .... when I can write everything down.... in retrospect
what a beautiful day
what beautiful colors
what a beautiful time
let’s rhyme
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