Colours

 

 

 

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Colours

By Laura LME  ©

My name is love, 
my colour is red. 
Vivid drops of ruby
poured over your skin,
showers of ink and paint
dominated by shadows, 
in the light of antic flames
burning your heart!

My name is pain, 
my colour is orange. 
Veins of flowing fluid
deep slopes of sharpness,
in the cavities of time
pressing against your organs, 
extracting bitter tears
contracting your heart.

My name is hope, 
my colour is yellow.
Wires of metallic nets
needles of faith,
spread around you
thin rays of thunder,
conducting electricity
empowering your mind.

My name is strength, 
my colour is power! 
Shades of acceptance, 
nuances of fight
depth of belief,
brushes of inspiration
dipped in beauty,
painting the canvas of life!

 

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Whispers

 

 

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Whispers  

by @LauraLME ©

Words like unconscious breeze,
Insinuations of unknown secrets,
Shared through the walls of time,

Whispered

through the trees
Of our forests of sorrows,

Sliding like dew on the leaves of our destiny.

Us, Careless Inhabitants
Of a land that does not forgive.

Wind of rebellious changes,
Blowing strong in circles of fire.

Flames like hopes becoming bigger
Trying to fight the waters of pain.

Our hands in prayers
Wet of tears,
in every drop a new rain,
Falling on this army of souls
Marching restlessly
Looking for answers, wishing for peace.

Silent words, no vibrations
Whispers like silk and velvet
Covering blankets of tomorrows
Hiding colours of rainbows,
In the deep wounds of our sky
Slashed by the almighty wings of Angels
embracing us, Trying to heal the cuts
Filling the voids.

But…

We are all feathers
Quick flashes of lightning,
Running through the tunnel of life.

Our strength is a small candle
Consumed by the years
Passing by, like sand,
Through the bulbs of an hourglass.

Faith

 

 

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Faith 

by @LauraLME ©

Layers of tainted skin
like gathered fabric

pleated by time into ruffles of sin

Where guilt slowly infiltrates
subtle, sharp needles

sewing yarn of sorrow and regrets.

Fragile conscience,
blind to the spiritual nature

of forgiveness,

The Holy gift of departing memories from pain.

Looking for the light of divine power
holding on to the belief that beyond life,

on the other side of these walls of time,

over the bridge of death,

under these dark tunnels of despair,

through the maze of convictions,

eternal flames of Faith,

burn vivid and strong,

showing us the road to Salvation.

In an ethereal journey back to Life
we walk the streets of redemption,

Where we talk without words,

we see the invisible,

we breath Eternity,

In the screaming light of Resurrection.