
My son's favourite colour is rainbow
Or so he says to me
These days it’s probably black or grey
To fit in with the teens
I miss the days of rainbows
And magic in the sky
Now a days the winter greys
Are all the colours fly
I miss my boys and all the colour they
brought to my life
Now alone and waiting for the day to
dull my knife
From dusk to dawn his colours flew
Pink, orange and a shade of blue
And all the time I wondered
If my sons my love they knew
Or if it all was plundered
When they come back I think I’ll show them
what blues sky’s can be
But for now its as though they never quite knew me
About the Creator
Persephone - Layla - Isis
Passionate Woman of high ideals and even higher values . Spiritual Searcher looking for a God we can understand . Finding one thing rules all others Love. Well that and instant gratification ;)



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