Watercolor teardrops, flow from eyes
in kaleidoscope of colors.
They spiral, as sun hides in clouds,
and sadness over powers day.
Watercolor teardrops, fall like waterfall
striking mountainous cheek,
as it moves in currents of a cry.
Watercolor teardrops vibrate,
calling for heart to heal,
so the lever can be turned off and well can dry.
Grounding takes place upon sacred soil
as wind of breath infused with wisdom settles
upon conscious mind.
A mind that aligns with truth,
that tears severed a purpose
to know my own powerful light.
The power
as sun of self comes out and makes
a watercolor rainbow.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
Watercolor teardrops, flow from eyes
in kaleidoscope of colors.
They spiral, as sun hides in clouds,
and sadness over powers day.
Watercolor teardrops, fall like waterfall
striking mountainous cheek,
as it moves in currents of a cry.
Watercolor teardrops vibrate,
calling for heart to heal,
so the lever can be turned off and well can dry.
Grounding takes place upon sacred soil
as wind of breath infused with wisdom settles
upon conscious mind.
A mind that aligns with truth,
that tears severed a purpose
to know my own powerful light.
The power
as sun of self comes out and makes
a watercolor rainbow.
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