PRECIOUS GEMS
By Fiona Cummings
As crystal teardrops fall from my eyes
And pearly clouds form in the sapphire skies
Emerald grass grows
all around
As amber daffodils cover the ground
Then the nights start to form a mist
Closing their curtains of the colour amethyst
Turning into onyx shadows
above my head
Sunset fades or Ruby red
Diluting into Morganite
Leaving me with a mind of Goshenite
A spirit sold
links of chains in enamelled gold
though I am blind
I try to find
Colours in my life
Still wishing to see
What is freedom to me
A rainbow of colours
The sweetest of flowers
Ease away my lonesome hours
Precious gems washed in the April showers
Hopeful hints of beautiful jewels
Here I am breaking all the rules
The colours of darkness
My visions of blindness
Loving what is precious
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