The colours.
Stretching.
Beckoning.
Perfect match.
You call out,
Gently, in perfect serenity With allure,
You remind me You wont let it happen.
The arrangement captivates I stare,
I see you Am speechless,
It’s the rainbow That bows to gather the rains.
I see you in it It’s the perfect promise
That makes me rest Knowing no harm.
@ 2005 Deborah Oluka
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