Colours, and the wind

We are blown about by the winds,
And the colours keep changing.
We do not know when change will happen,
Or when we will stagnate.
Let us emulate the windmill….
Let the winds of chance and fate propel us,
Accept and in that acceptance,
Mix all the colours, in circulation, to the purity of white.

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