The exquisite rainbow surely is a myth
with its harmony of colorful diversity
Such unworldly serenity, and coexistence
has to be some spherical illusion
Colors only one's ways can paint
should paint
Colors, being human adornment
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Author:
Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The title to this short piece is Human Being Colors, in reverse. It references the rainbow as imitating what humanity should, and could be, in its denial, stating that surely no such thing exists. That it has to be an illusion, given humanity's current status quo.
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