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 .
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