My life is an empty canvas
I paint what I wANT
The traffic does not paint,
the weather does not paint
my canvas
I can put anything I want on my canvas...
or can I
?
?
How much do I
depend on
the sun for warmth
the people around me
for life
I can no more
go thru
life
alone
than a garden
can tend itself
Spring Poem
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