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Colors of the Soul

Ghost Flowers

By Tiare Fenrich Published 5 years ago 1 min read
Ghost Flowers or Indian Pipe

Colors of the Soul

Nature is a mirror

Opening the soul

Quietly awakening

Thoughtfully grown

Peaceful admiration

O the wonders of this world

Blossoming pure beauty

To the eye that beholds

Effortlessly enchanting-

Perfection exists

From the depths of the sea

A true reflection of you and me

Separated by deception

Perfection lies

Between best and worst

Insanity and brilliance

Perfection amongst flaws

Flaws that rarely define

Or ever over shadow

The GREAT of heart

O the colors of the soul

Vivid and bright

You’re the strength inside me

Which continues to fight

When a rainbow surrounds you

Allow it to flow

In and around you

The color won’t go

It will lift you back up

Transcending unknowns

To guide you

O nature

The wind

Always knows

Written by: Tiare Aubryn Fenrich

nature poetry

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