There was once an artist who painted people’s fates. When he was in a good mood, he painted happiness, joy, success and love. He painted with sunny yellows, luminous oranges and radiant greens. He painted people falling in love for the first time, people dying a happy death, people surrounded by people they love and people in blissful solitude. He painted smiles, laughter, sounds of joyous celebration and the quiet of soundless contentment.
When he was in a bad mood he didn’t paint.
1 comment:
Outstanding.. you're a real wordsmith. The calculated repetition of "people".. really gives this rhythm.. Man I miss you!
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