Hidden Truth Seen In Visible Blue Poem by AshUHlee DurrENDuh

A single hand of five fingers smoothed themselves steadily against a grey metal railing. Two tiny black beads absorbed its atmosphere as primary colors lightened themselves of yellow and red in her two irises. Split hairs waved behind her face as every strand danced to the rhythm of the downfall of what many claim to be known as 'The Seven wonders of the world'.
Few people will ever know that these Falls are not listed under the seven. But for those who not only see the peace within its water... But FEEL inside themselves the peace have made their own determination that Niagara Falls, may not be the seven wonders of the world but is most certainly a wonder of the world. And if so, it has the chance to be added to the list. Of number eight? As the symbol of this number can be interoperated into infinity. Everlasting love, can not only be seen but heard.
Two ears of a drip, accelerating to a broad descent of the force in gravity. Niagara Falls sound.
As crashing m, thrashing, hurrying waves fade into calm still water.
Heard of so many whispers, A conversation from a wonder. A wonder of this world.
Is there something in the water?
Is there something in the blue sky?
The creator, who brings us rays of the sun. Variety of color energies, black aborning all colors as reflecting white, shows us all the beauty in light.
In each speaking wave, the words of god will flow into all of our minds, we will know. That our conscience that has a word with our heart and soul, is carefully chosen words we listen in depth and follow our hearts for we will never loose. Our own conscience of right or wrong, could it be god's words? Gods voice?
The wisdom of our hearts and intellectual thoughts in our head have a choice. To follow or stray from the proper path? Curiosity always killed the cat.
With two black beads absorbing the wonder, the rays of sun and beauty.., we've learned from our past, what we sure to know what will always remain correct and we broadcast this information in any school of education for generation to generation it will last.
Closing one and two, right and left eye... Black absorbs every color, black absorbs all sunlight. As white reflex the heat of each ray, each color energy in light.
Life is colorful, life is bright.
One must never live in darkness of their life, for such cold hearts and souls need their peace.. Magnified heat of all ray, all of light. Sunlight.
A flow of each thought, dropped its ideas into a puddle of imagination and she opened her eyes listening to the whispers of each wave, under the sun in an afternoon bright.
Realizing that flowers close, flowers sleep until the sun rises on set of this earths atmosphere. With natures power, comes the sunlight. Keep your eyes open, when yellow orange and red smile on your day. Your eyes will close when brightness fades away.
Primary colors of yellow and red faint in collision as her hand slips away.
Turning to eyes of each color ray, brown to green to blue. She's intrigued; she's attracted to and in love. What can she say?
Pupils widen, making its mass broad.
The power of love. She sees him, the light inside.
How love plays its games
Of seek and hide.
Why pupils loosen their power in visible light? Of the outside?
But with small detail and an overused word...attracted to? She feels the light. She sees him, the light he holds inside.
Mutual upward lips peal from female to male face, locking hands. Walking the path, of whispering truth in each wave. At an eighth wonder of this world? Under these rays, a wonder of earth. Hidden truth in each dropping wave.