Young Love

The Rainbow MiracleI had often speculated Where the walkway of a thousand colours began And where it did end When rain and sun combined It lay there Never ending Sometimes faded But still existing as it had to be Its job to fulfil the rhyme once told Somewhere over the rainbow Did some travel to find the sign post That said this direction Or just follow the stream of colours In the near distant sky Had anyone ever touched the transforming brilliance Lost, in their own world Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet VarietiesThe Rainbow Miracle


A Bitter FirstA bitter first Cast and strewn into a dim lit mentality As credulous as a fresh dew drop landed from the blue Dropped into the thick of it The new and outlandish First A bitter firstA Bitter First
A trajectory never walked
And sense so ingenuous it was almost childlike Eyes that had seen only virtue Hands that had only dashed A pelt of downy thickness Nothing more Then time was substituted A slice of divergence Yet The emerald pastures werent different Bleakness swung its heavy hand
For want of a better word It was In
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Does one really have to fret About enlightenment? No matter what road I travel, I am going home. - Shinsho
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Does one really have to fret About enlightenment? No matter what road I travel, I am going home. - Shinsho
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My mobile number's changed... prod me and I'll email it to ypu later. Currenty trying to get one of my essays done. arghness.
yay for procrastination!
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