TWIRLING
Coming in cycles...
calming.
Welcoming butterflies
into my pupils
Coloring...
Calling my eyes to fly.
Watercolor stains of my soul
bleeding
while I let go
carried by the rain...
raining down
running down
pouring heart - pure
light and sound
rainbowing the pain...
Refractions,
deflections
inflections
that the Sun claims.
D.V.
03/18
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