Rainbow Rebellion
Reflection
In the depths of her lips, a storm is born,
A kaleidoscope of colors, a tale is sworn.
The paint drips like tears, a melancholy hue,
A reflection of the soul, both old and new.
The red, the blue, the white, a patriotic cry,
A call to freedom, a spirit that won't die.
The glistening wetness, a sensual delight,
A promise of passion, on this, a colorful night.
The blonde hair, a golden glow,
A halo of light, in the dark below.
The expression, a mix of pain and glee,
A dance of emotions, for all to see.
A portrait of contrasts, a story untold,
A beauty that's raw, and a heart that's bold.