How many rainbows are
Fluttering like deformed butterflies
On the inside of my headspace,
Beautifully aloof and transient,
Like teacups smashing in a storm,
If science says that white light
Blooms on the retina of my eye
Then passes through
into a kaleidoscope of colours
Into my awaiting brain?
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Black Coffee
Poesía"Normality is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly"- Anon. In life we tenderly bloom, slowly shrivel and then die like flowers. This small collection of poetry reveals human emotion from a number of different perspectives...
