In a crowd of a mundane grey,
a lone child stands like a luminescent ray,
the child refuses to move, but instead becomes tainted,
albeit, others are vibrant; they have been painted.
she smiles with pure bliss and delight,
while her altruistic features are a poignant sight.
Every momentum she has is colour, cerulean or red,
her feet are intricate, luscious hair like lead,
layered beneath is a despondent past,
the misfortunate child's joy would never last,
but to her the world is a blank and vast page,
her optimism burns, being freed from a cage,
the vagrant spreads it like a fire would ignite,
her age is a number, for she is a light.
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Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
