Some folks see the world as a stone
Concrete daubed in dull monotone
Your heart is the big box of paints
And others, the canvas we're dealt
Your heart is the big box of paints
How coloured the flowers all smelled
As they huddled there, in petalled prayer
They told me this, as I knelt there:
Awaken you dreamers,
adrift in your beds
Balloons and streamers
decorate the inside of your heads
Please let some out
Do it today
But don't let the loveless ones sell you
a world wrapped in grey.
♥.
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