Aurora

A trickle of light was dangling atop a tree

That grew bigger and toppled the nest of the queen bee

Then it suddenly disappeared through the great vastness

Never again seen or  ever felt its calmness.

The trickle of light now have travelled

Before the reality that was never been bothered

Roaming around having no other than a straight path

Coming through the front door and past the small bath.

The trickle of light came back

Exhausted from running around the stack

Passed through an old wrinkled prism

Down to the handheld mechanism

And burst unto a figure, a rainbow of Baptism.

 

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