Filmy rainbows blurring and folding natural memories,
shining brilliantly about the room.
Noticing precise instrumentation of tonal qualities
held onto, through melees of disgruntlement, hoping
to turn events asunder with wisps of willow
whisperings.
Chasing colloquial visions, anciently hiding beneath
luxurious breaths of fresh air, emanating from barriers
of forgotten times.
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