Reign Dance
It rains--it stops
It stops--it rains
buckets fall from padded cell skies
courtesy of sponge Bob clouds
white light melts all with bold piercing rays
Sunny, reflecting, sighs, "I shine aloud"
Regaining in-lighten-ment, the solar king
rains supreme in palate heavens of
framed rainbows bright.
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2021
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