In her pocket lies a rainbow

Colors so very bright and bold.

To her pocket she will go

When she feels so tired, or old.

The world is colored by her rainbow,

Shades of a hue never known.

She watches the colors bend, flow

As her time passes, she has grown.

Picking up these colors, she hums a tune

Dancing tightly in the day.

The end will come, far too soon,

And her rainbow too, will go away.

04/02/2009

Author's Note: ... while recently watching a mime on Bourbon Street.....

Posted on 04/02/2009
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