Here is part four of the series, and I have plans for three more in this series. This one was quite difficult for me to write, but I think it turned out okay. Review if you will. Oh, and thanks to all my reviewers. . . I appreciate it.
Magic Of My Color – Part 4
My feet never simply tread the ground,
For my head is lost within the clouds.
I spin around, searching for something,
Breathing in the air,
Enjoying my day without care.
The day is ruled by my fickle whim,
Seeking out joy,
Seeking out laughter,
Whatever my heart desires.
The joy in my heart
Is what sets me apart
From the darkness in which I was born.
Pure happiness given form,
My world and I are one in the same.
Quite different, so you might think,
But I'm happy all the same. . .
Pretty in pink.