Blazing a tale
Prancing around the border for just but a mere dive
Out my window
Soldiers march
It was almost if I saw them
Elementary colors playing in the wind
What made it gold
Rows of run off streams
Like snakes bathing
Amongst us in the sun
Knowing of knots tied
Woven into the laces of our shoes
Walked beside us
Grand aged pines
What a candid scene
Blinking past the clouds
Clove covered blankets
Hugging the ground
Like a carpet of snow
Dancing on the hills
A gathering glow
White serenity
The canvas of a painter
A poems wish
To go back to fish
Corsair and how I dare
Jump in melody with my wetly hair
I remember a place
I knewly called home
Transient amongst the trees
Purely planted in a spring
The light just skimming the surface
Oh what a lust to my eyes
I dare not blink
And I shutter to think
What a dive that light must take
What a trickling sink
Again I dare not blink
And oh what a color
What a color, pink
And I know then, right then
Without a think
That this in my heart
Is my rainbows link..
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