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Colours
LauraLME ©
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
like thin rays of thunder
conducting electricity,
empowering your mind.
My name is Love
my colour is red
vivid drops of tender ruby
poured over your skin,
showers of ink and paint,
dominated by shadows
in the light of antic flames
burning your heart,
caressing your soul.
My name is Strength
my colour is LOVE
shades of acceptance,
bright nuances of light,
depth of belief,
brushes of inspiration,
dipped in beauty
painting the canvas of life!
Verses In Motion By LauraLME ©
Art & Poetry: Colors…
“Colors” by Laura LME ©
My name is love
my color 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 color is orange
veins of flowing fluid
deep slopes of sharpness
in the cavities of time
pressing against your organs
extracting bitter tears
contracting your soul
My name is hope
my color 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 color is power
shades of acceptance
nuances of fight
depth of belief
brushes of inspiration
dipped in beauty
painting the canvas of life!
Butterfly
≈ Butterfly ≈
By LauraLME
I saw you,
quivering,
in a whirling of wind and rain.
Tired wings,
faded dreams.
In the grey time
of that still morning
You danced again!
In the memory
of clear sunny days,
through flowers and colors,
tumults of the heart
and shaken soul,
I saw you leaving,
uncertain and gentle,
while I was clutching at time,
in my hands I was holding air.
Ti ho vista vibrare,
in un turbinio di vento e pioggia.
Le ali stanche,
i sogni sbiaditi.
Nel tempo grigio
di quel mattino fermo
hai danzato ancora!
Nel ricordo di giorni
limpidi di sole,
tra fiori e colori,
tunulti di cuore
e scosse dell’anima.
Ti ho vista andar via
incerta e leggera,
mentre mi aggrappavo al tempo,
nelle mani stringevo aria.
