Peaking,
a shy child in trouble
behind her mother's skirts
The rainbow of light reflects
on the pale, blue clouds
Some fluffy; torn up pillows
Others straight; blades tearing through the klidoiscope sky
carefully fading from the glowing night
savor it
soaking it in like a sponge does water
a fly salt
a bee honey
roots, dirt
You feel as though your in a dome
a dome of love
fear, tears, happiness, cruelty, hope and imagination
and you are
In your own spiderweb way.
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