My Rainbow Soul

Every poem makes me unique

Weaving invisible threads of my physiognomy

Every word is like a stripe of a rainbow

Hung on the sunniest part of the rainy sky

Kindly asking for permission to enter the greatest

Down and out in hell or soaring high in heaven

First there is Red with its ferocity of love

Begging to be understood and constantly wanting more

Cooled down by the Orange

With similar sexual seek

And a zesty zeal for zephyr

In the circle of the Yellow sun

Complementing all missing values

And allowing the Green to intercept the most abandoned souls

Usually in the Blue mood

And thinking of the glory days passing by with a dreadful silence

Veering in the Indigo harmony

To dig up the spirit’s Violet surface in search of the destiny

Of my unparalleled life

Reminding me of others with the same one-of-a-kind

Quality

So live, love, and learn when you still have this rare opportunity

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3 May 2021

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