Ode to colors over time
To all the past, current and future colors of this world and beyond..
Sizzling inside, always comes out. Our truth is all it is about.
It can not be stolen from us, don't doubt.
Defender of our truth, is always you.
Remember, centuries were carved for us to know that in every second, every hour, every lifetime; Every breath counts, Every wave cycles, Every shape shadows, Every color colors, Every self- expression surrounds the space around, Every religion can bow & vow, Every love acquired is required, Every cell of you is fully proud.
Can you feel it? Can you sense it now? Your momentum in life, note it down, right now it powers. Your voice, silent or sound, is yours to carry as loud. The universe is ready to receive your beaming sound. People of this world may grasp that sound.
Remember, you always have the right and power to share your true color at any hour.
After all, we are all our collective truths over many hours..
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