My Child Speaks

My Child Speaks
and the dark angel gave the white angel a feather from his wing, the only thing to destroy him, could she use it............

Saturday 4 June 2011

Dead Rainbows


Rainbow girl in all her glory
Head high lost in a dizzy sky
Donating bags of precious trust 
Oblivious careless child 
 Skirting the dust of deceit

Curiosity lead her astray
Straight to the Storm Spreader
Trapped little bird
Caged within his grip




 Black clouds eclipsed the day
Spears of light spat and
Scorched at her skin
As she ran bleeding
Footprints on the grass

Cursed and grounded now
Eyes torn open wide to see
Devastation grew from her seed
To be planted forever in her path
 
Dead rainbows have no colour


  

Photo from microsoft office

3 comments:

  1. Beautiful,sorrow,connects to me.
    @sheepfoldcarer

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  2. Wow, this is incredibly beautiful. Hauntingly beautiful.

    Please keep writing!

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  3. WE ARE THE ONES WHO ARE TRULY TOUCHED...THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.
    TAKE CARE,
    PEACE, NICO

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Truly Touched