Colors after the storm

Words shadowed the colors of my ligth, overcasting the colors of life. My greens, yellows stained in red. They left me bitterly undead, till my hearts broken presentation, dying and rising in desquamation.

For it had not foreseen, the heart that hurts what it loves. It left me like an unpolished sphene.

Pain deep within my blue ocean soul, waddled in its tears and swam in its dismay. Clinging to the memories of my migth.

Within me it calls

dont give up

get up

and figth...

I began to stand and as I opened my eyes, I saw deep purples, blues, red yellows, greens and whites, a prismatic hue of beautiful ligths, in the form of flower field's in many shapes, and colored reels, and the voice within me said, they bloom after a storm has shed.

Smile my dear and hang on tigth, storms passing..

storms passing..

storms passing..

calm

The color of the sun.