Rainbows of the Mind
Rainbows of the mind, whispers of the soul,
Words spilling through out time.
Legacies of humanity, memories of the soul
Poetry, poet, sage or fool?
Words on virgin paper, ink spilled thoughts...
And I dance to the music of the muse.
New thoughts, old questions.
I sing of songs that were old before time was young.
My name is an illusion, only the soul is real.
All that I am, all I desire to be
Is written within the pages of my poetry.
This is my offering to my children and their children
For only my words remain to be my legacy.
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