Iridescent light,
Shining bright
The aura is seen with such delight.
Is it a fright?
No.
Indigo children dance
With faint laughs, they prance
Forming an elaborate lance.
Give me a chance!
Keep attention
I will show the connection
You and I no different... all under protection
Make the detection...
Indigo childrens’ color
Makes surroundings look duller.
One can discover,
It is a shade...
Interdimensionally made.
Some see hints of jade.
Don’t be afraid
Rejoice in the splendor,
Remember to surrender,
And don’t be a pretender
For you can find,
Although in disguise
It may come to you as surprise,
I am indigo by design
I have your best interest in mind.
Walking through life
Knowing every corner.
Walking through life
Frightened by familiarity
Déjà vu
My best friend
Realizing this body is sacred
Realizing it is not me
Realizing I am no one,
But an indigo child.
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