Insinuating lessons of life in palms of hands,
holding up prisms of color as they jettison
their hues onto nature's beautiful petals of
interesting mosaics of diffidence.
Recalling exacting treasures of past ages as
they tinkle and fall into pools of reminders.
Tasting the essence of pure innocence with
ingenious articulation of rhythm.
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