Every poem makes me unique
Weaving invisible threads of my physiognomy
Every word is like a stripe of a rainbow
Hung on the sunniest part of the rainy sky
Kindly asking for permission to enter the greatest
Down and out in hell or soaring high in heaven
First there is Red with its ferocity of love
Begging to be understood and constantly wanting more
Cooled down by the Orange
With similar sexual seek
And a zesty zeal for zephyr
In the circle of the Yellow sun
Complementing all missing values
And allowing the Green to intercept the most abandoned souls
Usually in the Blue mood
And thinking of the glory days passing by with a dreadful silence
Veering in the Indigo harmony
To dig up the spirit’s Violet surface in search of the destiny
Of my unparalleled life
Reminding me of others with the same one-of-a-kind
Quality
So live, love, and learn when you still have this rare opportunity
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3 May 2021
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Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...




Comments (1)
Wonderfully colorful poem!