by Unknown
Dec 2011 218 Views 0 comments
surrounding me
The worlds so filled with colour
even the blackest cloud adds wonder,
everything around you so alive,
things growing, people running by,
reach out and feel the world at your fingertips,
be apart of it, not outside,
Gods is a beautiful artist,
his painting speaks for it's self
even the blackest cloud adds wonder,
everything around you so alive,
things growing, people running by,
reach out and feel the world at your fingertips,
be apart of it, not outside,
Gods is a beautiful artist,
his painting speaks for it's self
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2011
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