TOUCH THE RAINBOW

Red Path

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TOUCH THE RAINBOW

I take the winding path shaded in red

instead of hiding in my comfy bed.

The road widens and narrows its scope

as it weaves away from any hope.

Blood red threatens the night sky

as laughter follows up high.

Rivers of crimson red coat my tired feet

as I walk the road of shame and defeat.

Why cannot life take the high road?

I ask if I may be so bold.

Up ahead I see a bright light

as I rise up with all my might.

I run toward the rainbow in my mind

in the colors and hues, I hope to find.

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FLORIDA SHORES

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The rocks are approaching.

Getting closer to the shore.

The waves are foaming.

Growing stronger each day.

The sky turns darker.

Filling with angry, grey clouds.

A mist forms on your skin.

Leaving traces of tears behind.

The moon glows yellow.

Its skin blighted from shame.

For The Dead come today.

To take back our lovely town.

Florida shores won’t be the same.

When The Dead play their evil game.

THE DEAD GAME

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