They flow with passions
Rivers of life
They meet in Conclaves
Confluence of souls
Packed in black and white
They arrive many shores
Their goals the same
To paint pieces of love
Some paint and mold
Their names in gold
Some sell their gold
To a thousand fold
Time’s breeze
Covers both with dust
In morrow’s washing streams
The golden name will always shine
This painting board, covets colors of love
As best you can, Rainbow it today
Black or white,
We are all passersby