tearing through the artificial dim
of the skyline in her eyes
and the gods did give commandments
through the sky the lightning cried
dabbing gently on the canvas
all the might inside of me
in the old fortress once a bank
where earthly gods now adorn the bricks
i cusped my trembling splattered digits
to my tender lips hoping that the god won’t
make me pay for stealing his precious colored rainbow
to lead us on our way
words less spoken 
This is fantastic:
“hoping that the god won’t
make me pay for stealing his precious colored rainbow”.
Such a beautiful poem, thank you for sharing it.
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thank you so much for the kind words and the platform for us to share. your words are very encouraging to me 🙂
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And a rainbow lights the way.. What a beautiful visual!
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Thank you! 🙂
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That moment, I feel it.
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Thank you. It’s a feeling I’ve carried as long as I can recall 🙂 thanks for reading .
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