His manic anger
burned her into
fearful blues
The fresh cyan bruises
and old sallow scars
stole her royalty
Her once thriving life
descended with
Autumn leaves
Rainbow – The Colour Collection
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Flicker of Thoughts 
Beautifully written.
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Thank you Gabriella!
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My pleasure sweetheart šø
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Sounds like a seriously depressing… not to mention abusive.. relationship.
Nicely written.. short & to the point.
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I wanted to write a poem about rainbow colours, and this came out. Thank you!
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Sometimes the mind has a āmindā of itās own.
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Yes indeed
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Sometimes I intend to write A, but B or A+B come out as the end product. It’s unpredictability fun. āŗļø
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Traits of a true writer..
Pick up a pen.. put it to paper.. read what youāve written.
Blessings to you, friend.. š
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