This poem is about goodness.
The poem shows the reasons to think of goodness being slow.
MY COLORS ARE WHITE, GREY, AND, BLACK.
YOUR THE RAINBOW, AND I’M THE RAIN.
My prospective on an ever recurring part of life.Continue Reading
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