This is an ‘old’ poem , I thought it could do with a re-blog 🙂

Worldly Winds


The Rainbow of my teenage dreams,

colours abound ~ reds, golds and greens.

You’re deadly real, but not quite there,

can’t be held, we can but stare.

We don’t all see the same stormed arc;

my beautiful, beautiful Rainbow Dark.



© Rainbow Dark 31/03/2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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