“Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. “
–Lord Byron
somewhere someone’s sky has opened
their being expresses in all the colours of their soul
the prism of spirit splitting and recombining through the spectrum
white light giving birth and being reborn through colour and feeling and sound
father, mother anima and animus
we exist as light beings
we are the place where rainbows are born
– GAR </h4>
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Somewhere Rainbows are Being Born by G A Rosenberg
