When the heavens painted me

When the heavens painted me.

My head was spinning,
in material dealings.
My heart was swimming,
in emotional feelings.
My spirit,
sensed the color,
dripping from the sky,
was painting me,
in unlimited supply.
I am happy and alive,
and that is my life’s
happy and alive, reply.

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