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Rainbow

By Emma Griffin

By EGPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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My blank canvas was forged

At the spark of spawn

Into a world engorged

With the painted and drawn

Mother colored me pink

Father splashed me with blue

The colors made me think

To learn what's tried and true

As the seasons went by

I grew into my own

I laughed then I cried

For I feared the unknown

Everyone had a color

But I hadn't found mine

Painful to discover

I was running out of time

With paintbrush in hand

I looked to the sky

Desperate to understand

The reasoning why

As a rainbow uncovers

I can finally see

I was all of the colors

And the colors were me

inspirational
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About the Creator

EG

Canadian writer

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