A good friend of mine shared a poem about colors the other day. She began, “People are a piece of work.” At first, I thought she meant something else. Once she proceeded to the next lines, I started to pick up on what she meant. She described how people consist of different hues, allowing them to come together and create artwork.
It was a very beautiful poem. But for some morbid reason, it reminded me of the poem I wrote titled: To the People of Earth. It dealt with something less… colorful.
It's not that we don't share the same thought. It's what we chose to share about people. Our approach was different. It's what makes us pieces of the same artwork.
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