A kaleidoscopic landscsape;
Iridescent colors illuminating
Every inch of her way.
She’s a ball of fire,
Or sometimes a flower full of fragrance.
She can bestow upon you
A streak of deadliness or the
Blossom you crave.
Magic it is
That emanates from her soul,
Quiet and slow it takes
To works its charm.
Away from the crowd
In a distant dream of something unknown.
She lived in her own sweet little home called
”Rainbow paradise”.
