Every life started in a spectrum of a mess,
Turned an abstract canvas misunderstood by the rest.
Broken and refined by glass that meets in a prism sharing one light.
With the right eyes, now seen as a beautiful never ending visuals of a kaleidoscope.
Dear you, you're a living masterpiece, who owns an iridescent soul.
Hold on to those colors of infinity and be who you wanted to be.
(Made for my novel The Spectrum of LIFE)
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Under the Stars I Write
Poetry[A COLLECTION OF RANDOMNESS AND POETRY] "Under the stars I write, Under the moon so bright. In the darkness of my heart, I hold on to the light. Thoughts in my head written in paper and pen. Voiceless words composed of memories by fate." - Hanna...
