An arched shower of shimmer colours
Leaps joyfully across the landscape,
Playing its soft song of silence.
A cotton pillow dabs the baby blue sky,
In hope of healing, its blackened wound.
Beams of dazzling sunlight
Break through the frosty air;
Penetrating the shadows.
See them flee in panic.
20/4/2004
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