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Cascading Colors
A Kaleidoscope, my best toy!
Hours flew as new colors emerged,
A cascade of abstract-colored joy
Myriad patterns of colors surged.
Colorful glass in serpentine slides,
Slithered across an imagined sky.
Is there a lunar planet that hides,
in colored glass as time hurries by?
I pretended the colors were stars,
I could travel on one of my choice.
I would sing songs as we flew afar,
And I would smile, a lilt in my voice.
I wish I still knew that magic land,
and had the key to travel the sky.
Phosphorous nebula in my hand,
As colored glass stars and I flew by.
Copyright ©
Ann Peck
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