I remember the smell of flowers

Swaying slightly

Beautiful images

Stitched into themselves

As the birds sing of love

And eyes being to meet

And laughter is the only audible sound

Dreams are for the night

Life is for sunshine

Rainbows blush in jealousy

And the rain followed lightly

As I spread my arms

Extending to each finger tip

Smiling into the unknown

Worlds collide above my head

As droplets fell

On my porcelain coating

Revival in each pattern

As a god looking upon their kingdom

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