Multi-Colored Chandelier
My eye sight winds around your living room window, blue beamed like the sun rays, the color of light travel is white-yellow-orange. As I pick the colors of painted flowers to paint your bedroom walls, you stare at me like I’m a white feathered splattered fate; blinking eye lashes kiss my cheek like nets that capture, sound and time. The simultaneous lens: Lights, Camera, Action, she acts the part of perfect angels swinging in the sky, but darkened clouds hide behind the blackened mountains. Soon will come the hail, soon will come the rain, soon will come the pain of realization, so idealistic plastic vain, addict of mirrors. Tears roll down as I cool down from self-inflicted pride, wide eyes looking in your window, so bright and alive. I understand you, but do you understand me, because here where I stand the air is crystal clear, vibrant like a multi-colored chandelier.
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