A stroke of red
Was what he spread
His wrist flicking to the left
To complete the rest
Of a painting so divine
One could have drowned in the sublime
He stared at your damaged bark
Gazing into your lifeless soul, a spark
Blue, red, orange, and green
On a tall, crooked tree
That was once broken and withered
From a world so cold and bitter
But with life’s layers of rainbows
You are a seed of magic waiting to grow
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Comments (1)
I absolutely love this! What I take from it is that, "the damaged bark" is a person with untapped potential or maybe someone extremely damaged. Anyone can mold and help others grow to their full potential (layers of rainbows) or treat them kindly and love them for who they are. It shows that we can we can find light out of anything if we cherish and love and believe in others if we just simply take the time to see them and work with them.