I grew up in a land of color
Yellow sun rays and blue skies,
Verdant green grass and amber
Rose pink, lavender, graced m eyes.
I watch golden sunsets
Rainbow shades at break of dawn,
Velvet blue from violet
As the night hours usher on.
I can't think of life in deserts,
Where all is dry and barren,
Does that explain the birth
Of so much Hate there in men?
Is their life so empty
So darkened by nothingness
That they live life so filled
With the absence of
Happiness?
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~03.18.16
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