The trees still grow on lands unbiased,
The fruits still ripe with impartial waters,
The leaves still dance with the free winds,
The branches still bear laughter free of sins.
So who are we to draw the lines,
Between nothing yours and nothing mine,
The time is nigh that we define,
We are the colours not outlines.
-Neeldip
I loved the last line…we are the colours not outlines!
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Yes indeed, it is significant. Thank you😇
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Such vivid imagery, great flow words so true. Very beautifully written.
Yonnie💜🌸
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Thank you 😇😇
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You are quite welcome!
A pleasure reading your work.
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💜😇🌸
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Such beautiful lines! Thanks also for the follow on I Write Her. I hope you enjoy my thoughts as well! 🙂
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Thank you 😇
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😁
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Both powerful and delightful
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Thank you😇✌️
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Nice work! And thanks for following me.
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Thank you😇
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Fabulous ending 👌
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Thank you😇
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Wow, amazing!
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Thank you 😇😇
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My pleasure ♥️
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I really like knowing that I’m colors–thank you!!
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We all are in a way👍
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Yes 🙂
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