The Artist & The Paint
As gentle as an Autumn breeze,
The colors fit my every need.
What image shall this life bestow,
In time I'm sure I'll see the glow.
My brush will stroke from left to right,
I couldn't stop it if I tried.
This gift from God, I will defend-
Despite my gentle Autumn sins.
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This poem discusses unplanned pregnancy.