Friday, July 6, 2018

Paradise


I followed the rainbow to the end of my days
 Following the spectrum in it’s infinite ways
The brightness before  my eyes always looking for paradise
 Now I am weak dying in my bed with my last breath let it be said
 I searched for paradise all my life and failed to see it was right there before me

Paradise is not a land to search for, however paradise depends on what we do with the land we have

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