Prism of life

kitty the naughty poet

The bright wide eyes of dawn

fall on the haze of dusk

feeling its way through the summer winds

as it blows through the blossom tree

calling the leaves to sing with the breeze

where light dances with the dark

and rainbows appear in the distance

shining its neon technicolour life through the prism of gravity

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Comments3

  • GON

    i like your words magic man

  • orchidee

    Good write Kitty.

  • L. B. Mek

    between, a new beginning
    and a cherished past's, ending
    we traverse a prism of emotions
    yet
    there is serenity, to our emotionality
    as nurturing, nature
    guides, winks and hints:
    'calling the leaves to sing with the breeze
    where light dances with the dark
    and rainbows appear in the distance
    shining its neon technicolour life through the prism of gravity'
    (simply beautiful, dear Poet
    thanks for sharing)



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