the colors i have seen
love is the pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow
it's nice to think about
but who could ever find such a thing
when it rains
i see the colors
and i don't have to wonder anymore
for what i see is more than a dream
it seems we always want more
because mystery is unrequited allure
and restlessness what we have already seen
© 2022 Mark Lecuona
It takes only one moment to remember all the pain someone had caused you. Memories are traitors, it brings back the old feelings and emotions you've burried deep inside. Forgetting might be the first thing you've hoped for when you loved someone so deep they'd leave you scars.
I have seen two worlds in your power is a poem on Brenda's prompt "Madness". I have used the prompt for doing Sufi poetry.
This is the last part of the anthology of poetry named Nsroma Ani; The Eyes of the Stars.
