Colours of life
Colours of me
Colours so unique they have to be seen
The rainbow is the colour of my light
The rainbow makes me joy filled
Radiant with light
The multicoloured rainbow is multi-faceted in her hues
Like writing poems
Painting or playing tunes
Multifaceted is my light
Rare and genuine no matter what stage of life
The rainbow shines in ways not seen
It shines through my very being
My rainbow filled pot of gold
Is my poetry and feeling prose
My creative flow
My days life
My character and my eclectic style
My wish for you is to shine your light
Shine your colours in your true unique way
May your colours shine as mine do
In many shades facets and hues.
About the Creator
Donna Morgan
I am a lover of the mystical the magical and the spiritual.
I write to heal myself and to share my journey with anxiety and life that I experience through my feelings.
I love to write it is my healing place.
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