KaleidoscopeA poem by Sarah Michal | 2/28/2008
Colors exploding rapidly;
patterns ever swirling. Repeating the same one never; sparkling stars sprinkled across black leather. Imagination going wild; colors dancing like a child. Rippling like a brook; an illustration from a book. Splashes brash and bold, glittery and cold. Gently, swiftly swirling; |