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The Road To Rainbow Land
Where her tears touched sacred soil
She’s breaking. On the outside. Her tears can tell; and the mirror she stares into confirms the same.
She’s dropped her earthy grace and happiness.
When I gaze at her, I no longer recognize the woman who’s behind her eyes. She’s absent. I feel her pain; I fight her struggle, sense her longing, want to protect her purity. So I’ve called her home … teach her how to dance again on the lush pastures of rainbow land.
She’s withdrawn herself from the world she no longer knows. The void that’s brushed her heart and soul has dragged her in. She keeps whirling through the air, light and low. She’s on her way to me, to rainbow land. The one she heeded the other night when she closed her eyes, never wanting to wake up again. While tears of ancient sadness soaked her pillow and penetrated the last layer of her lifeless shell.
That night, she noticed me. I’m the custodian of all colors, the one who governs over rainbow land. The land she believes in spinnig from one corner of the universe to the other. The path that’s always there but remains invisible to the human eye. Only those whose tears have touched its soil can sense it with their hearts. Nothing to be seen — at least not through the common eye. Those who know, they feel the existence — of rainbow…
