Looking into reflections passing time, watching people
meeting people, introducing selves and a little about
each other.
Wondering why people cannot do this, all the time, for-
getting about colors of people's skin, color is beauti-
ful and should be fully appreciated.
Just like we appreciate flowers and their diverse colors,
what's the difference mind is always thinking, we are all
equal, we depend on our brains.
It's all the same essentially, begin thinking of human
beings and humanity like flowers in a garden, stop prej-
udice and intolerance for something so insignificant
as the color of people's skin.
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