My Private Ranbow
The prism hangs from my window,
Flashing bright colors of yore.
Every color is visible,
Coming out of hiding for my eyes.
I am lost in the movement of my mind,
For it moves endlessly with
Every color of the rainbow,
My own private rainbow of love.
Copyright © Amy Brown | Year Posted 2006
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