Prism
Prism
Driving wild
Bending over corners
Racing on curved rainbow colored roads
Without sleep my gal and I just keep on trucking
Like a couple of lost prisms fractured by the lightning strikes
In turn, we reflect on branching roads, break of day, and make our way back home
Created by: Earl Schumacker on 12/18/14 for Nette Onclaud’s “ ENCHANTMENT THROUGH A PRISM” ¬- Poetry Contest – Theme - #5 “It’s My Life”
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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