In the prism of her mind
Every curve made sense,
Each colour a hall of rainbows
Waxing blue and yellow with the moon.
Horses like satellites followed the dawn
Beading the sky in flashes of amber
While below the wind fashioned castles from ice
And laughter from the tears of whales.
But nobody saw through the grey
And glass full of raindrops and sorrow.
But she did,
In the prism of her mind.
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