Painted
On a canvas
Face so white
Blank as day
Not as pretty as night.
Colors strewn
Across the sky
Rainbows arise
The blankness will die.
The hue changes
From white to gold
And ruby red
To things so bold.
Colors so grand
Bring joy to life,
Things so great
With no more strife.
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