The sun was at high noon
With a circle in the air
Of colors holding hands
No golden pot to bear
I looked and linked some thoughts
What else could do that thing
A magnifying glass
Surrounded with a ring
Then I start to question
To make a liquid lens
Or make it out of gas
With noble types of trends
Maybe out of plasma
With ways to bend the light
Magnifying pictures
As atoms will excite
Make a clear containment
Then pressurize it all
With liquid or a gas
Attracting light to fall
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