Ohaetuo Shallom
Colors of creativity ain't in perfect order. It's never as perfect as a painted canvass. Colors of creativity are as children palms, colored with paint, encouraged by laughter.
We try by ourselves to come out perfect, Without edges or rough sides. We try to portray the picture perfect; While on the inside our creativity resides. Raw, undiluted, waiting for the very moment you let it out. As a child hidden inside all his life.
Colors of creativity isn't created, It is let out! Not leaked but a burst of life!
Lit that little lamp Take the hands of time and walk back as a child. Dip not just a finger in the paint but the entire palm, Letting your creativity burn brightly than the bow in the sky.