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Prism

Drumming along to the ancient song Painting images On the throng of something great Trying not to negate The all too familiar feeling of destiny, of fate Picking flower petals apart Piecing them together in a tapestry of art Watching a rainbow appear in the sky Watching myself disintegrate into the prism .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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