I want to paint my life,
with all the colors of the rainbow.
But my life's canvas depends,
on the changing patterns
of the tides.
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A purling, babbling brook makes sounds fit to accompany birdsong. A raging, brawling gully is fed by eroding rains.
Only the pure of heart and vision can ever write marvels like this unforgettable poem that so will remain with us.
Top score for this marvellous poem of painting. And to my favourite
How beautiful! To paint life with rainbow colours! Wish we could and hope we succeed.
Too good. It's already written with a golden pen on a starry nights. Full*******
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I want that too Bravo! ! ! !