Rainbows joined harmoniously with me envisioning what has manifested to be its orange that calms the wild spirit of green dancing to the Blue hysteria while optically focuse on my deep brown eyes that has adorned me with a light shade of the pink sun setting the illumination of the yellowing moon rotation that warms my soul with the spectrum of light. Flowing of my hair as I spin from the gustisness of purple purpose. I am a prism of being. The words from my heart ignite souls with passionate red. I am the UV light that gives life. Living, breathing what is known and unknown of undiscovered valuable Gold. What might you ask am I? a woman of monumental truth of the ultraviolet rays of the prism of life. Awakening the water flowing from soul of purification. Bronzed gratefulness gives me the wealth of electromagnetic energy. I am the prismatic grey of greatness.
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