Reflections of light fall upon the floor,
making interesting visions, moving and
changing every time someone walks across.
Shadows, movements, ripples gliding on
reflections of light, enhancing showers of
dancers sprinkled about.
Stepping in time with musical reflections of
olden days, careening down memory's pathways.
(11: 02 a.m. - 11/24/08)
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