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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