Her blue eyes peered into the ocean green
What was she to discover in the unseen
She sought to find the potion's code
Meant to unlock the black residing in her soul
The elements of her discoveries
Flowing purple bubble of recoveries
These glistening bubbly secrets
Revealing all her glorious trinkets
She might ride upon the white foamy waves
No longer in the darkness of her cave
The yellow sun lit up the sky and carried her to the clouds on high
She could not hold on to her belief
That she contained the darkness of the deep
Slowly like butterflies-white light was emitted and filled up the sky
There was more to her than she knew
For the pink of Love in her was surely true
The lies in the black of her soul
Were leaving in their place a trail of gold
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Pamela Johnson
I am an amateur writer who loves expressing myself creatively through words when something brings inspiration to me. I love to read and explore all the creative arts. I enjoy hearing the expressions of others.
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