I am the colours of my heart. Reflected in a summer sky. In different hues and shades of Blue and little clouds all puffed up and white. I am the colours of my hands as they toil away in a garden green. The flowers and weeds plant little seeds all growing, wanting to be seen. I am the colours of my mind swirling in a purple haze and all those feelings deep inside I hope can brighten someone's gaze. I am the colours of my soul my energy shared in golden light. In connection too each shade and hue are the colours with which I paint my life.
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