Kaleidescope, i am shattered, and re-patterned, into millions of glass beads, the entertainment for curious children's eyes, twisted and re-formed, over and over. No time to solidify a picture, one mass of colors, remain the same, yet change, and the time between viewing, is a temporary reprieve, between one pattern and the next, one formation and another, continually forming snowflakes, made by small hands, yet still retaining, a circular frame.
Reason for writing:
metaphor for life
Birth sign: Aries
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