If my world was a rainbow,
I would definitely be green,
Green is a fresh colour,
The freshest ever seen,
If my world was a hardback book,
It would be very well loved, and old,
It would be red, with a navy spine,
And fancy lettering in gold.
If my world was an obstacle course,
I would be tearing around it,
Over, under, round and through,
Through all the speed, I'd treasure every bit.
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You wear a flower, Woven in your hair. You pluck it with thought, And take a lot of care. That flower is you, Beautiful and bright. It's amazing really- Nothing prettier in sight.
I'd choose diamonds so no-one could break it. Or gold so it would always be guarded. Maybe balloons, when it's big I'd be generous. Or elastic so I'd never be torn.
Beauty is more than the delicate Rose. It is the Earth and the rain. From which beauty grows. Tangled roots may not please the eye. But surely without them. The flower would die.
I consist of roses and thorns, a bit of both, something beautiful some seem to scorn,.
Weave a web of wishes Look to all the trees What web would you choose For your thoughts to be free.
I have many wonderful stories to tell. Garnished with dandelion blossoms they are They come down around you like a waterfall.
Look out the. Window,. Focus on the. Rain,. Notice how it. Falls,. It makes the. Patterns of your. Pain,. It began with. A gentle. Trickle,. A sprinkle. So slow. And light,. Now as your.
I am not dead. Just gone away. Like a vacation. I'm back to stay. Until I get tired. And take some time off. To get myself together. To get rid of this cough. I have not passed away.
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