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IN COLOR
She believes in rainbows, that kaleidoscope
of bow-like colors; so she stands there watching,
quivering in anticipation. Perhaps she’s
praying. Rain has fallen and she wipes eyes
that see the bluest whiteness
of her world. She blinks and the fields
blushed with flowers.
Oh how beautiful the heavens must be where you reside; the bluest whitness and fields that blush with flowers. Were there angles singing at the sight of such beauty, listen to the roses bloom; do you hear my heart beating? Wonderful poem, simply wonderful! May all your dreams and hopes become a reality.
Nathaniel
Ps: My responses are simply from the way your poetry fills my heart and soul with such tender joy; a true breath of fresh air ( I exhale )! Thanks!!
THAT SOUNDS LIKE ME!!!!
WOW....to tell you the true, It called my attention because of the tittle, and now that I read it. I got lost, but it reminded me of me.