Rising against all my sorrows
Like a new color I could borrow
A stroke of silver lining
From my future self shining
Or from the little girl in school
Who painted pots and found it cool
Art, it's impeccable range
My only defense that never changed.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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