RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Interior Color - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Silently leaves change color as our lives change from day to day.
Peacefully we wend our way through life finding joy in little moments, contentment in friendship with each other.
Prejudice sits idly by, dusty with age, forgotten by most as part of an ugly past.
Thankfully we meet and talk, not noticing colors of people's skin, just the beautiful colors they are within.
Loving others for who they are becoming while talking to us.
We unknowingly help each other every time we meet to become the person we see before us.
Our love can inspire, as our souls touch one another.
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