Every tender prism ..
Held in a droplet..
Swept in the fallen days...
Of fleeting sunflowers..
While there seemed diamonds everywhere...
Some strewn..
Some adorned...
Tumbling the torn corners...
Lighting up carmine percussion...
Streaming a maiden cruise..
Sliding into an Iris,
In a season of dreams...
This one's for Lorenzo..
Sunday, June 21, 2009
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