The color of a beating heart
Or the sea before a storm.
The smell of fresh rain
Or that of a new born.
They block
Like stickers on a notebook
The natural tone.
Images of childhood
Of adulthood
Of hurt
Of growth.
The rainbow shows on her skin
For all to see.
Unabashed
Unashamed
Unmoving in her strong will.
Blacks and blues
Reds and oranges
Yellows and greens.
Like blooming flowers in the Spring
Blooming fresh.
The redness ebbs and wanes
Like a summer storm.
The rainbow grows again.
They dance like scenes
The mockery of happiness
A veil of completeness.
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