Iridescent
(adj.) producing a display of rainbowlike colours.
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[i] • purple - spirit.
twirling with acceptance, she wore the brand new colours
soft lilacs adorn her hair, lavenders & petunias on her fingers
the ancient whisperings trapped in her soul as she flourishes
promises and pride grew in her heart, the hope somehow lingers
in waves of purple, her spirit became one with melancholic singers
[ii] • blue - harmony.
breathing and blooming, he chose the prohibited clothes
smiling at the disgusted looks, he stood with his heart
with ocean tides in his eyes, cobalt-blue skies in his smile
he sewed his own shade of cerulean in the old, divine art
in bursts of blue, his harmony found a new home, a restart
[iii] • green - nature.
flowing with the letters, building passages never read aloud
her grief overflowing and mixing in her ink and coffee stains
and her courage collapses and rises, like her frantic heartbeats
coming out of her shell, she realised the power of hurricanes
in gleams of green, her nature, trees & leaves, was free from chains
[iv] • yellow - sunshine.
warmth radiates from his sun-kissed skin dotted with star-like freckles
dancing in his eyes, the fire burns for going against what is "norm"
with sunflower tiaras, dandelionic-dreams and canary-yellow paint stains
he smiles through the darkness, lighting candles in the societal-storm
in rays of yellow, the sunshine lets his mind bloom and his body transform
[v] • orange - healing.
when the sun melts in the horizon, colours swirl in a heavenly manner
she finally let go of the monochrome, accepted her home in the rainbow
all the doubts faded into pride and the rains blossomed into daylight
autumn leaves and orange-tinted candles promised her an afterglow
in glitters of orange, the healing got her to places, erased the shadow
[vi] • red - life.
the final hue trickled through our hearts, we painted our masterpiece
we hold on to the colours of rain and rainbows, and cut-off all prejudice
and God smiled down upon us, for love and goodness always prevail
blood-red roses and crimson-rimmed wine glasses met our realities
in sparks of red, life loved all the same from diverse stars and galaxies
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hold on to the colours of rain and rainbows.
SweetSimu.
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