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Colors Created By Light

Doors open

doors close

we wander the halls of our life

wondering, wondering 

who are we

and where does it all lead?

Sometimes we wear bright colored clothes and laugh with the world,

other times we don cloth of dark shades and cry out our lamentations.

Over-arching all, though,

even in the darkest night,

there is a rainbow,

often invisible to the eye,

but there it is--

colors created by light,

we carry on.

◄ Sometimes Life Is Funny, Isn't It?

Earth and Sky ►


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shan shan

Mon 2nd Oct 2023 05:35

and where does it all lead?

This. This scares me the most. I'm still wondering.

very beautiful poem 💕

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 1st Oct 2023 16:32

I love 'the halls of our life'. Inspired stuff, Hélène.

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Manish Singh Rajput

Sun 1st Oct 2023 11:51

A superb poem, Hélène.

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Graham Sherwood

Sun 1st Oct 2023 10:34

Rainbows are still one of the most spectacular sights that we are constantly amazed by. They seem to give a fresh beginning to everything!

Keep putting on the bright clothes

nicely written Helene!

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