My body is my temple and a canvas to, A multitude of colour with copious amounts to view
Colours of Green and Gold, Pinks and Grey's too, Various Blacks and Yellow's can form a point of view
Colours that surround me brighten up my day and watching birds fly by as they sing on there merry way
Saying Good-morning to you, you and you, Colours of a rainbow where ever theirs a view
Reds that make me happy, Blues that calm me too, Greens of different colours from the tree tops to my shoes, Purples, Pinks and Fuchsia in flowers that I see, Orange, Lemon, Lime on various citrus trees
True colours are not every where for they are blended to if you look around me enough you'll see my point of view
All these different wonders are etched upon my skin to hide my imperfections but only from within.
About the Creator
Roberta Russell
Nothing extremly special about me, i'm a loving mother of two with one grandson, i enjoy life and what it has to offer, i try to be non-judgemental, honest, reliable & open minded
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