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I’m no angel, but I try,
every new day and all night.
If this world is what I see,
it was painted just for me.

Spray my words with dusty light,
understood with sound and sight.
Feelings sing whimsical tones,
so those touched can be atoned.

Miracles on solid ground
all unknowns instantly found.
Every eye captures pure truths,
without need for any proof.

Each new day is wrapped in joy,
new adventures flip a coin.
Fresh perceptions form clear views,
grab the brush and paint them true.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy