Breaking Time
Where is forever in the mind's dust of rust?
Through my hands, nails from a lonely past.
I have broken the fog
and the rainbow kept the prince.
On the glass, panels lit midnight's clouds.
Leaves flutter with time.
Like a kiss.
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