Pattern Play
Sun splashes across glass
leaves interlace, shadows form
and play
etched in my mind, traced on the page
layer upon layer my, never ending search
for color and light and patterns
the world through a prism, eternal kaleidescope
with each turn a brilliant, new display
eyes open, heart pounding, patterns at play
circles within circles, lines criss crossing
feeding my soul
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