IN COLORS
And when the grayness of life
tries to take away my rainbows,
I make tears of rain.
I let them wet the flowers and thorns
clarifying the pain.
There is always Light!
And, when the Light meets the water...
(sweet scent of inner sprouts!)
in the air,
more and more rainbows spark.
D.V.
06/2014
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